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! The rogue is growing a little old; Five years we've tramped through wind and weather, And slept out-doors when nights were cold, And ate and drank and starved together.
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
Men are polished, through act and speech, Each by each, As pebbles are smoothed on the rolling beach.
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…
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…
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…
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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