"The birds can fly, an' why can't I? Must we give in," says he with a grin, "That the bluebird an' phœbe are smarter 'n we be?"
John Townsend Trowbridge, Darius Green and his Flying Machine. |
For me the diamond dawns are set In rings of beauty, And all my ways are dewy wet With pleasant duty.
John Townsend TrowbridgeDarius was clearly of the opinion That the air is also man’s dominion, And that, with paddle or fin or pinion, We soon or late Shall navigate The azure, as now we sail the sea.
John Townsend TrowbridgeThe birds can fly, An' why can't I?
John Townsend TrowbridgeMen are polished, through act and speech, Each by each, As pebbles are smoothed on the rolling beach.
John Townsend TrowbridgeOur 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 TrowbridgeNot in rewards, but in the strength to strive, The blessing lies.
John Townsend TrowbridgeI 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 leads me on forever.
John Townsend TrowbridgeWith years a richer life begins, The spirit mellows: Ripe age gives tone to violins, Wine, and good fellows.
John Townsend TrowbridgeThe all-enclosing freehold of Content.
John Townsend TrowbridgeThe tears of the young who go their way, last a day; But the grief is long of the old who stay.
John Townsend Trowbridge"Wal, I like flyin' well enough," He said, "but the' ain't sich a thundern' sight O' fun in't when ye come to light."
John Townsend TrowbridgeDarius was clearly of the opinion That the air is also man's dominion And that with paddle or fin or pinion, We soon or late shall navigate The azure as now we sail the sea.
John Townsend TrowbridgeDarius was clearly of the opinion That the air is also man’s dominion, And that, with paddle or fin or pinion, We soon or late Shall navigate The azure, as now we sail the sea.
John Townsend TrowbridgeA 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 mind.
John Townsend Trowbridge