The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland glade and glen.
The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind.Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The frost stings sweetly with a burning kissAs intimate as love, as cold as death.roy campbell
After a hard frost a man might wake in the morning and find he was breaking a covenant.william henry maule
I was born on a storm-swept rock and hate the soft growth of sun-baked lands where there is no frost in men's bones.Liam O'Flaherty
If the campaign is in summer the general must show himself greedy for his share of the sun and the heat, and in winter for the cold and the frost, and in all labours for toil and fatigue. This will help to make him beloved of his followers.Xenophon
So they march with sovereign tread… Behind them limps the hungry dog, and wrapped in wild snow at their head carrying a blood-red flag soft-footed where the blizzard swirls, invulnerable where bullets crossed – crowned with a crown of snowflake pearls, a flowery diadem of frost, ahead of them goes Jesus Christ.alexander blok
All these soft kinds [of stone] have the advantage that they can be easily worked as soon as they have been taken from the quarries. Under cover, they play their part well; but in open and exposed situations the frost and rime make them crumble, and they go to pieces. On the seacoast, too, the salt eats away and dissolves them, nor can they stand great heat either.vitruvius
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, when the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.james whitcomb riley
The frost performs its secret ministry, unhelped by any wind.Samuel Taylor Coleridge
All these soft kinds [of stone] have the advantage that they can be easily worked as soon as they have been taken from the quarries. Under cover, they play their part well; but in open and exposed situations the frost and rime make them crumble, and they go to pieces. On the seacoast, too, the salt eats away and dissolves them, nor can they stand great heat either.
Dress drains our cellar dry, And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires And introduces hunger, frost, and woe, Where peace and hospitality might reign.william cowper
In the whole period, from Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson to Edwin Arlington Robinson and Robert frost, the greatest American poet is Stuart Merrill.stuart merrill
I leant upon a coppice gate When frost was spectre-gray, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires.thomas hardy
I don’t need to praise anything so justly famous as frost ’s observation of and empathy with everything in Nature from a hornet to a hillside; and he has observed his own nature, one person’s random or consequential chains of thoughts and feelings and perceptions, quite as well. (And this person, in the poems, is not the “alienated artist” cut off from everybody who isn’t, yum-yum, another alienated artist; he is someone like normal people only more so a normal person in the less common and more important sense of normal .)Randall Jarrell
The woods appear With crimson blotches deeply dashed and crossed, Sign of the fatal pestilence of frost.bayard taylor
Robert frost (himself)
Dietrich! frost! Sound off!
You always say that, frost! You always say, "I got a bad feeling about this drop"!
As different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.
There is something about a bureaucrat that does not like a poem.
The motto of his [Robinson Jeffers’s] work is “More! More!” but as Tolstoy says, “A wee bit omitted, overemphasized, or exaggerated in poetry, and there is no contagion”; and frost, bearing him out, says magnificently: “A very little of anything goes a long way in a work of art.”Randall Jarrell