Collected poems of Robert Frost

Into my Own 5 Ghost House 6 My November Guest 8 Love and a Question 9 A Late Walk 11 Stars 12 Storm Fear 13 Wind and Window Flower 14 To the Thawing Wind 16 A Prayer in Spring 1...

There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself; Perhaps it was something...

‘No, but he hurt my heart the way he lay And rolled his old head on that sharp-edged chair-back. He wouldn’t let me put him on the lounge. You must go in and see what you can do...

We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry trees, Set well back from the road in rank lodged grass, The lit...

‘Don’t let it bother you. You’ve found out something The hand that knows his business won’t be told To do work better or faster--those two things. I’m as particular as anyone: M...

‘You needn’t think you’re going to get away. John’s almost here. I’ve had my eye on someone Coming down Ryan’s Hill. I thought ’twas him. Here he is now. This box! Put it away....

All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on the pane in empty rooms. What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze...

On the bare upland pasture there had spread O’ernight ’twixt mullein stalks a wheel of thread And straining cables wet with silver dew. A sudden passing bullet shook it dry. The...

‘You think so, do you? You don’t know the kind. He’s getting up a miracle this minute. Privately--to himself, right now, he’s thinking He’ll make a case of it if he succeeds, Bu...

I had been coming to New Hampshire mountains. And here I am and what am I to say? Here first my theme becomes embarrassing. Emerson said, ‘The God who made New Hampshire Taunted...

They went on pilgrimage once to her father’s (The house one story high in front, three stories On the side it presented to the road) To see if there was not some special tree Sh...

It wasn’t my not weighing anything So much as my not knowing anything-- My brother had been nearer right before. I had not taken the first step in knowledge; I had not learned t...

We trod uncomfortably on crunching glass Through a house stripped of everything Except, it seemed, the poetess’s poems. Books, I should say!--if books are what is needed. A whol...

To think to know the country and not know The hillside on the day the sun lets go Ten million silver lizards out of snow! As often as I’ve seen it done before I can’t pretend to...

‘Speaking of contraries, see how the brook In that white wave runs counter to itself. It is from that in water we were from Long, long before we were from any creature. Here we,...