Robert Frost Quotes
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I am assured at any rate Man's practically inexterminate. Someday I must go into that. There's always been an Ararat Where someone someone else begat To start the world all over at.
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Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.
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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
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College is a refuge from hasty judgment.
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People who read me seem to be divided into four groups: twenty-five percent like me for the right reasons; twenty-five percent like me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the right reasons. It's that last twenty-five percent that worries me.
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O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. Hearts not averse to being beguiled, Beguile us in the way you know. Release one leaf at break of day; At noon release another leaf; One from our trees, one far away.
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Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
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The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.
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I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest.
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Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.
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Keats mourned that the rainbow, which as a boy had been for him a magic thing, had lost its glory because the physicists had found it resulted merely from the refraction of the sunlight by the raindrops. Yet knowledge of its causation could not spoil the rainbow for me. I am sure that it is not given to man to be omniscient. There will always be something left to know, something to excite the imagination of the poet and those attuned to the great world in which they live.
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When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
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You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.
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The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.
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I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.
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The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.
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Courage is of the heart by derivation, And great it is. But fear is of the soul.
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They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.
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Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God.
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Poetry is the renewal of words, setting them free, and that's what a poet is doing: loosening the words.
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Everything written is as good as it is dramatic. It need not declare itself in form, but it is drama or nothing.
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Our life runs down in sending up the clock. The brook runs down in sending up our life. The sun runs down in sending up the brook. And there is something sending up the sun.
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The chance is the remotest. Of its going much longer unnoticed. That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race.
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One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.