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The quotations of
American poet
1874–1963
59 quotes, most often on Poetry, Love and Writing. Part of the Poets collection.
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Robert Frost1874–1963Robert Frost1874–1963Robert Frost1874–1963
