Robert Frost Quotes
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An earthly dog of the carriage breed; Who, having failed of the modern speed, Now asked asylum and I was stirred To be the one so dog-preferred.
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You can be a little ungrammatical if you come from the right part of the country.
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Is due to truths being in and out of favor.
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I always entertain great hopes.
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
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I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.
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I never take my own side in a quarrel.
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Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; And make us happy in the happy bees, The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
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Courage is in the air in bracing whiffs Better than all the stalemate an's and ifs.
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My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
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The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.
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I often say of George Washington that he was one of the few in the whole history of the world who was not carried away by power.
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There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.
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You can be a rank insider as well as a rank outsider.
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There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it.
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A bird half wakened in the lunar noon Sang halfway through its little inborn tune.
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So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.
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Before now poetry has taken notice Of wars, and what are wars but politics Transformed from chronic to acute and bloody?
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Affection is an overpowering craving to be compellingly sought.
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The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length.
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Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.
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The only certain freedom's in departure.
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Keep cold, young orchard. Goodbye and keep cold. / Dread fifty above more than fifty below.
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I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye.