Author: Robert Frost
Cited by
- Jenny Davis (1)
- IN: Goodbye and Keep Cold (1987) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: "Goodbye and Keep Cold" (entire poem)
FROM: "Goodbye and Keep Cold", (1923), Poem, US
- Stephenie Meyer (1)
- IN: Eclipse (2007) Fiction, Young-Adult Fiction, Supernatural Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Some say the world will end in fire, / Some say in ice. / From what I've tasted of desire / I hold with those who favor fire. / But if it had to perish twice, / I think I know enough of hate / To say that for destruction ice / Is also great / And would suffice.
FROM: Fire and Ice, (1920), Poem, US
- Don Aker (1)
- IN: The First Stone (2003) Fiction, NULL
EPIGRAPH: I know just how it feels
To think of the right thing to say too late.
FROM: The Death of the Hired Man, (1914), Poem, US
- Sarah Rees Brennan (1)
- IN: Untold (2013) Fantasy, Romance Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: And lonely as it is, that loneliness / Will be more lonely ere it will be less. . . .
FROM: Desert Places, (1936), Poem, US
- Laure Pernette (1)
- IN: Fearsome Dreamer (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
FROM: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, (1923), Poem, US
- Louise Hawes (1)
- IN: The Language of Stars (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Australian
EPIGRAPH: I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago...
FROM: Ghost House, (1913), NULL, US
- Will Hill (3)
- IN: Battle Lines (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: The earth had a single light afar,
A flickering, human pathetic light,
That was maintained against the night,
It seemed to me, by the people there,
With a Godforsaken brute despair.
FROM: "On the Heart's Beginning to Cloud the Mind", (1937), Poem, US
- IN: Zero Hour (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever,
I think they would believe the lie.
FROM: "In a Disused Graveyard", (1923), Poem, US
- IN: The Rising (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: I shall be telling this with a sign
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
FROM: The Road Not Taken, (1916), Poem, US
- Tracy Holczer (1)
- IN: The Secret Hum of a Daisy (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Where the bird was before it flew,
Where the flower was before it grew,
Where bird and flower were one and the same.
FROM: "In a Vale", (1915), Poem, US
- Laure Eve (1)
- IN: Fearsome Dreamer (2013) Fantasy, Science Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: The woods are lovely, dark and deep. / But I have promsies to keep, / And miles to go before I sleep, / And miles to go before I sleep.
FROM: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, (1923), Poem, US
- Victoria Schwab (1)
- IN: The Unbound (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
FROM: NULL, (1954), NULL, US
- Jessica Shirvington (1)
- IN: Empower (2013) Ficrion, Young Adult Fiction, NULL
EPIGRAPH: But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
FROM: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, (1923), Poem, US
- De La Cruz, Melissa & Johnston, Michael (1)
- IN: Frozen (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Some say the world will end in fire, / Some say in ice. / From what I've tasted of desire / I hold with those who favor fire. / But if it had to perish twice, / I think I know enough of hate / To say that for destruction ice / Is also great / And would suffice.
FROM: Fire and Ice, (1920), Poem, US
- David Guterson (1)
- IN: East of the Mountains (1999) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: There were ten thousand fruit to touch
Cherish in hand, lift down and not let fall
FROM: After Apple Picking, (1914), Poem, US
- Amelia Alwater-Rhodes (1)
- IN: Promises to Keep (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: 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.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep
FROM: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, (1923), Poem, US
- Barbara Taylor Bradford (1)
- IN: Letter from a Stranger (2012) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a petal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of meaning that one unfolded by surprise as it went.
FROM: The Figure a Poem Makes, (1939), NULL, US
- Tahereh Mafi (1)
- IN: Shatter Me (2011) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.
FROM: The Road Not Taken, (1916), Poem, US
- Elizabeth Norris (1)
- IN: Unravelling (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
FROM: Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening, (1923), Poem, US
- Leah Ferguson (1)
- IN: All the Difference (2015) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
FROM: The Road Not Taken, (1916), Poem, US
- Dee Davis (1)
- IN: The Promise (2002) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
FROM: Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening, (1923), Poem, US
- Martha Grimes (6)
- IN: Fadeaway Girl (2011) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: This saying good-by on the edge of the dark
And cold to an orchard so young in the bark
Reminds me of all that can happen to harm
An orchard away at the end of the farm.
---
I wish I could promise to lie in the night
And think of an orchard's arboreal plight
When slowly (and nobody comes with a light)
Its heart sinks lower under the sod.
But something has to be left to God.
FROM: Good-by and Keep Cold, (1923), Poem, US
- IN: Belle Ruin (2005) Fiction, Mystery Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes
Will keep my talk from getting overwise,
I'm not the one for putting off the proof.
Let it be overwhelming, off a roof
And round a corner, blizzard snow for dust,
And blind me to a standstill if it must.
FROM: "Dust in the Eyes", (1928), Poem, US
- IN: Cold Flat Junction (2001) Fiction, Mystery Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: I have kept hidden in the instep arch
Of an old cedar at the waterside
A broken drinking goblet like the Grail
Under a spell so the wrong ones can't find it,
So can't get saved, as Saint Mark says they mustn't
(I stole the goblet from the children's playhouse.)
Here are your waters and your watering place.
Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.
FROM: from "Directive", (1947), Poem, US
- IN: Foul Matter (2003) Fiction, Mystery Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the line of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
FROM: "Birches", (1916), Poem, US
- IN: The Old Wine Shades (2006) Fiction, Mystery Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: They don't dispose me, either one of them,
To spare them any trouble. Double trouble's
Always the witch's motto anyway.
I'll double theirs for both of them -- you watch me.
They'll find they've got the whole thing to do over.
FROM: "The Pauper Witch of Grafton", (1923), Poem, US
- IN: The Stargazey (1998) Fiction, Mystery Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went --
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.
But no, I was out for stars:
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked,
And I hadn't been.
FROM: "Come In", (1943), Poem, US
- Lorrie Moore (1)
- IN: Anagrams (1986) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: I shall be telling this with a sigh …
FROM: The Road Not Taken, (1916), Poem, US
- Robert Parker (1)
- IN: Mortal Stakes (1975) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes, Is the deed ever really done For Heaven and the future’s sakes.
FROM: Two Tramps in Mud Time, (1937), Poem, US
- James Morrow (1)
- IN: This Is the Way the World Ends (1986) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
FROM: Fire and Ice, (1920), Poem, US
- Gilly MacMillan (1)
- IN: The Perfect Girl (2016) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: We dance around in a ring and suppose,
But the secret sits in the middle and knows.
FROM: The Secret Sits, (1942), Poem, US
- Rob Thurman (1)
- IN: Blackout (2011) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: And finally: “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by …
FROM: NULL, (1916), NULL, US
- Anna Solomon (1)
- IN: Leaving Lucy Pear (2016) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: As I went out a Crow
In a low voice said, "Oh,
I was looking for you.
How do you do?
I just came to tell you
To tell Lesley (will you?)
That her little Bluebird
Wanted me to bring word
That the north wind last night
That made the stars bright
And made ice on the trough
Almost made him cough
His tail feathers off.
He just had to fly!
But he sent her Good-by,
And said to be good,
And wear her red hood,
And look for the skunk tracks
In the snow with an ax-
And do everything!
And perhaps in the spring
He would come back and sing."
FROM: The Last Word of a Blue Bird, (1916), Poem, US
- Wallace Stegner (1)
- IN: Crossing to Safety (1987) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: I could give all to Time except -- except
What I myself have held. But why declare
The things forbidden that while the Customs slept
I have crossed to Safety with? For I am There
And what I would not part with I have kept
FROM: I Could Give All to Time, (1942), Poem, US
- Julia Rochester (1)
- IN: The House at the Edge of the World (2015) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.
They turn their back on the land.
They look at the sea all day.
As long as it takes to pass
A ship keeps raising its hull;
The wetter ground like glass
Reflects a standing gull.
The land may vary more;
But wherever the truth may be---
The water comes ashore,
And the people look at the sea.
They cannot look out far.
They cannot look in deep.
But when was that ever a bar
To any watch they keep?
FROM: "Neither Out Far Nor In Deep", (1936), Poem, US
- Dean Koontz (1)
- IN: The Darkest Evening Of The Year (2007) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: The woods are lovely, dark, and deep
FROM: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, (1923), Poem, US
- Laurell Hamilton (1)
- IN: Skin Trade (2009) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Sudden and swift and light as that
The ties gave,
And he learned of finalities
Besides the grave.
FROM: "The Impulse", (1916), Poem, US
- Sarah McCoy (1)
- IN: The Baker's Daughter (2012) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: The light of heaven falls whole and white
And is not shattered into dyes,
The light for ever is morning light;
The hills are verdured pasture-wise;
The angel hosts with freshness go,
And seek with laughter what to brave; --
And binding all is the hushed snow
Of the far-distant breaking wave.
And from a cliff-top is proclaimed
The gathering of the souls for birth,
The trial by existence named,
The obscuration upon earth.
And the slant spirits trooping by
In streams and cross-counter-streams
Can but give ear to that sweet cry
For its suggestion of what dreams!
FROM: The Trial by Existence, (1960), Poem, US
- Richard Evans (1)
- IN: Miles to Go (2011) Poetry, American
EPIGRAPH: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
FROM: Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening, (1923), Poem, US
- Kapka Kassabova (1)
- IN: Villa Pacifica (2010) Fiction, NULL
EPIGRAPH: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be on traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
FROM: "The Road Less Travelled", (1972), Poem, US
- Rachel Hore (1)
- IN: The House on Bellevue Gardens (2016) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in.
FROM: The Death of the Hired Man, (1914), Poem, US
- Robyn Carr (1)
- IN: Any Day Now (2017) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
FROM: The Death of the Hired Man, (1914), Poem, US
- Jodi Picoult (1)
- IN: Vanishing Acts (2005) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Why is there then No more to tell? We turned to other things. I haven't any memory--have you?-- Of ever coming to the place again.
FROM: The Exposed Nest, (1916), Poem, US
- Nick Petrie (1)
- IN: Light It Up (2018) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
FROM: "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening", (1923), Poem, US
- Erlend Loe (1)
- IN: Doppler (2004) Literary Fiction, NULL
EPIGRAPH: The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before i sleep.
FROM: Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening, (1923), Poem, US
- Luis J. Rodriguez (1)
- IN: The Republic of East L. A. (2012) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it
And spills the upper boulders in the sun...
FROM: Mending Wall, (1914), Poem, US