Men are polished, through act and speech, Each by each, As pebbles are smoothed on the rolling beach.
For me the diamond dawns are set In rings of beauty. - John Townsend Trowbridge
For me the diamond dawns are set In rings of beauty.
- John Townsend Trowbridge
With years a richer life begins, the spirit mellow: ripe age gives tones to violins, wine, and good fellows. - John Townsend Trowbridge
With years a richer life begins, the spirit mellow: ripe age gives tones to violins, wine, and good fellows.
We are two travelers, Roger and I. Roger's my dog-come here, you scamp! Jump for the gentleman-mind your eye! Over the table,-look out for the lamp! … - John Townsend Trowbridge
We are two travelers, Roger and I. Roger's my dog-come here, you scamp! Jump for the gentleman-mind your eye! Over the table,-look out for the lamp! …
Men are polished, through act and speech, Each by each, As pebbles are smoothed on the rolling beach. - John Townsend Trowbridge
Of nothing comes nothing: springs rise not above Their source in the far-hidden heart of the mountains: Whence then have descended the Wisdom and Lov… - John Townsend Trowbridge
Of nothing comes nothing: springs rise not above Their source in the far-hidden heart of the mountains: Whence then have descended the Wisdom and Lov…
Our days, our deeds, all we achieve or are, Lay folded in our infancy; the things Of good or ill we choose while yet unborn. - John Townsend Trowbridge
Our days, our deeds, all we achieve or are, Lay folded in our infancy; the things Of good or ill we choose while yet unborn.
A flower more sacred than far-seen success Perfumes my solitary path; I find Sweet compensation in my humbleness, And reap the harvest of a quiet min… - John Townsend Trowbridge
A flower more sacred than far-seen success Perfumes my solitary path; I find Sweet compensation in my humbleness, And reap the harvest of a quiet min…
The speckled sky is dim with snow, The light flakes falter and fall slow; Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale, Silently drops a silvery veil; And all… - John Townsend Trowbridge
The speckled sky is dim with snow, The light flakes falter and fall slow; Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale, Silently drops a silvery veil; And all…
Not in rewards, but in the strength to strive, the blessing lies. - John Townsend Trowbridge
Not in rewards, but in the strength to strive, the blessing lies.
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