John Townsend Trowbridge Quotes
September 18, 1827 – 1916
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"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. 
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More John Townsend Trowbridge Quotes
For me the diamond dawns are set In rings of beauty, And all my ways are dewy wet With pleasant duty.
John Townsend Trowbridge— Service.
Darius 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 Trowbridge— Darius Green and his Flying-Machine.
The birds can fly, An' why can't I?
John Townsend Trowbridge— "Darius Green and his Flying-Machine," Our Young Folks an illustrated magazine, March 1867
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 Love That in man leap to light in intelligent fountains?
John Townsend Trowbridge— The missing Leaf.
Men are polished, through act and speech, Each by each, As pebbles are smoothed on the rolling beach.
John Townsend Trowbridge— A Home Idyl.
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— Sonnet. Nativity.
Not in rewards, but in the strength to strive, The blessing lies.
John Townsend Trowbridge— Twoscore and Ten.
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 leads me on forever.
John Townsend Trowbridge— Twoscore and Ten.
With years a richer life begins, The spirit mellows: Ripe age gives tone to violins, Wine, and good fellows.
John Townsend Trowbridge— Three Worlds.
The all-enclosing freehold of Content.
John Townsend Trowbridge— Guy Vernon.
The tears of the young who go their way, last a day; But the grief is long of the old who stay.
John Townsend Trowbridge— John Townsend Trowbridge, A Home Idyll, 15.
"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 Trowbridge— John Townsend Trowbridge, Darius Green and his Flying Machine.
Darius 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 Trowbridge— John Townsend Trowbridge, Darius Green and his Flying Machine.
Darius 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 Trowbridge— John Townsend Trowbridge, Darius Green and his Flying-Machine.
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 mind.
John Townsend Trowbridge— John Townsend Trowbridge, Twoscore and Ten, Stanza 28.
