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Robert Frost Quotes - Page 18

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The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

Sweet, Burning, Bitterness

Robert Frost (1986). “Robert Frost”, Clarkson Potter

The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.

Friendship, Trying, Might

Robert Frost (2015). “The Road Not Taken and Other Poems: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.45, Penguin

That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.

Fate, Weather, Imagination

Robert Frost (1928). “West-running Brook”, Henry Holt

Nature's first green is gold.

Gold, Green, Firsts

Betsy Melvin, Tom Melvin, Robert Frost (2000). “Robert Frost's New England”, p.29, UPNE

The truth is the river flows into the canyon Of Ceasing-to-Question-What-Doesn't-Concern-Us, As sooner or later we have to cease somewhere.

Rivers, Flow, Truth Is

Robert Frost (1975). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

The city is all right. To live in one Is to be civilized, stay up and read Or sing and dance all night and see sunrise By waiting up instead of getting up.

Night, Civilization, Cities

Robert Frost (1975). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

For I thought Epicurus and Lucretius By Nature meant the Whole Goddam Machinery.

Nature, Machinery, Whole

Robert Frost (1975). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them.

Men, Differences, Smoking

Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.

Rain, Storm, Love Rain

Robert Frost (2013). “Delphi Works of Robert Frost (Illustrated)”, p.29, Delphi Classics

A name with meaning could bring up a child, Taking the child out of the parents' hands. Better a meaningless name, I should say, As leaving more to nature and happy chance. Name children some names and see what you do.

Children, Hands, Names

Robert Frost (2012). “Frost: Poems”, p.241, Everyman's Library

Let those possess the land, and only those, Who love it with a love so strong and stupid That they may be abused and taken advantage of And made fun of by business, law, and art.

Love, Art, Strong

Robert Frost, David Bradley, Dewitt Jones (1979). “Robert Frost, a tribute to the source”, Henry Holt & Co

Love has earth to which she clings.

Love, Earth

Robert Frost (2015). “The Road Not Taken and Other Poems: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.84, Penguin

The best thing we're put here for's to see; The strongest thing that's given us to see with's a telescope. Someone in every town, seems to me, owes it to the town to keep one.

Science, Towns, Telescopes

Robert Frost (2016). “The Letters of Robert Frost”, p.315, Harvard University Press

Summoning artists to participate In the august occasions of the state Seems something artists ought to celebrate. Today is for my cause a day of days.

Artist, August, Today

1961 'For John F Kennedy: His Inauguration', 20 Jan. Snowblindness prevented the aged poet from reading beyond the first three lines on the occasion.

Yet some say Love by being thrall And simply staying possesses all In several beauty that Thought fares far To find fused in another star.

Love, Stars, Staying

Robert Frost (2012). “The Road Not Taken and Other Poems”, p.15, Courier Corporation

Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Flower, Butterfly, Eye

Robert Frost (2012). “Frost: Poems”, p.271, Everyman's Library

Scholars and artists thrown together are often annoyed at the puzzle of where they differ. Both work from knowledge; but I suspectthey differ most importantly in the way their knowledge is come by. Scholars get theirs with conscientious thoroughness along projected lines of logic; poets theirs cavalierly and as it happens in and out of books. They stick to nothing deliberately, but let what will stick to them like burrs where they walk in the fields.

Book, Artist, Annoyed

"The Figure a Poem Makes". Essay by Robert Frost, 1939.

Don't join too many gangs. Join few if any. Join the United States and join the family- But not much in between unless a college.

Family, College, United States

Robert Frost (1971). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

Humour is the most engaging cowardice. With it myself I have been able to hold some of my enemy in play far out of gunshot.

Play, Enemy, Able

I am not a nature poet. There is almost always a person in my poems.

Poet, Persons

I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.

Music, Sound, May

Robert Frost (2016). “The Letters of Robert Frost”, p.141, Harvard University Press

Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.

Writing, Beginners, Trials

Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.

Yesterday, Snow, Months

Robert Frost (2004). “A Boy's Will”, p.13, 1st World Publishing

When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod: I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit.

Horse, Wall, Character

Robert Frost (2012). “Frost: Poems”, p.177, Everyman's Library

Belief is better than anything else, and it is best when rapt - above paying its respects to anybody's doubt whatsoever.

Doubt, Belief

Robert Frost (2016). “The Letters of Robert Frost”, p.402, Harvard University Press

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