Robert Frost Quotes About Running

Quotes about: Running

• But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

  Robert Frost

  Love, Inspirational, Tattoo

  "Stopping byWoods on a Snowy Evening" l. 13 (1923)

• The woods are lovely, dark, and deep but I have promises to keep...

  Robert Frost

  Tattoo, Running, Taken

  "Stopping byWoods on a Snowy Evening" l. 13 (1923)

• 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.

  Robert Frost

  Life, Running, Sun

  Robert Frost (1955). “Selected poems”

• GATHERING LEAVES Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my arms And into my face. I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then? Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color. Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who's to say where The harvest shall stop?

  Robert Frost

  Running, Light, Color

  Robert Frost (1963). “Selected poems”

• 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. It is this backward motion toward the source, Against the stream, that most we see ourselves in, The tribute of the current to the source. It is from this in nature we are from. It is most us.

  Robert Frost

  Running, Sun, Clock

  928 'West-Running Brook'.

• Nothing not built with hands of course is sacred.
  But here is not a question of what's sacred;
  Rather of what to face or run away from.
  I'd hate to be a runaway from nature.

  Robert Frost

  Running, Nature, Hate

  Robert Frost (1955). “Selected poems”

• It was far in the sameness of the wood;
  I was running with joy on the Demon's trail,
  Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.

  Robert Frost

  God, Running, Joy

  Robert Frost (2012). “A Boy's Will and North of Boston”, p.21, Courier Corporation

• To Time it never seems that he is brave
  To set himself against the peaks of snow
  To lay them level with the running wave,
  Nor is he overjoyed when they lie low,
  But only grave, contemplative and grave.

  Robert Frost

  Running, Lying, Snow

  Robert Frost (1963). “Selected poems”

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