John Townsend Trowbridge Quotes
Darius was clearly of the opinion That the air is also man's dominion, And that, with paddle or fins or pinion, We soon or late Shall navigate The azure, as now we sail the sea.
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.
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.
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.
The birds can fly, an' why can't I? Must we give in, says he with a grin, That the bluebird an' phoebe are smarter 'n we be?
The tears of the young who go their way, last a day; But the grief is long of the old who stay.
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.
