John Townsend Trowbridge
Poems (4)
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Dorothy in the Garret
In the low-raftered garret, stooping / Carefully over the creaking boards, … -
Midsummer
Around this lovely valley rise / The purple hills of Paradise. … -
Midwinter
The speckled sky is dim with snow, / The light flakes falter and fall slow; … -
The Vagabonds
We are two travellers, Roger and I. / Roger ’s my dog.—Come here, you scamp! …