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 the valley is shut in By flickering curtains gray and thin.
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.
Men are polished, through act and speech, Each by each, As pebbles are smoothed on the rolling beach. - John Townsend Trowbridge
Men are polished, through act and speech, Each by each, As pebbles are smoothed on the rolling beach.
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! …
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.
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…
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…
I keep some portion of my early gleam; Brokenly bright, like moonbeams on a river, It lights my life, a far illusive dream, Moves as I move, and l… - John Townsend Trowbridge
I keep some portion of my early gleam; Brokenly bright, like moonbeams on a river, It lights my life, a far illusive dream, Moves as I move, and l…
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