New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems Quotes
New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems
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New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems Quotes
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“There ought to be a view around the world
From such a mountain”
― New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems
From such a mountain”
― New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems
“Ghost House
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.
I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;
The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about;
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.
It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me-
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.
They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad-
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.”
― New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.
I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;
The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about;
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.
It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me-
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.
They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad-
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.”
― New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems
“HERE in this moonlit room, I watch you slip One shoulder from your dress and turn to me;
A polished statue, fushing to the tip Of marble fingers gradually.”
― New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems
A polished statue, fushing to the tip Of marble fingers gradually.”
― New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems
“Your ivory body pulses as the white
Flesh catches flame and rosy tremblings move
Over this sanctuary of delight, The last asylum of our love.”
― New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems
Flesh catches flame and rosy tremblings move
Over this sanctuary of delight, The last asylum of our love.”
― New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems
