John Townsend Trowbridge

  • We are two travellers, Roger and I.
      Roger ’s my dog:—come here, you scamp!
    Jump for the gentlemen,—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,
    ...

  • In the low-raftered garret, stooping
      Carefully over the creaking boards,
    Old Maid Dorothy goes a-groping
      Among its dusty and cobwebbed hoards;
    Seeking some bundle of patches, hid
      Far under the eaves, or bunch of sage,
    Or satchel hung on its...

  • Around this lovely valley rise
    The purple hills of Paradise.

    O, softly on you banks of haze,
    Her rosy face the Summer lays!

    Becalmed along the azure sky,
    The argosies of cloudland lie,
    Whose shores, with many a shining rift,
    Far off...

  • 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 the valley is shut in
    By flickering curtains gray and thin.

    But cheerily the chickadee
    ...

  • We are two travellers, Roger and I.
      Roger ’s my dog.—Come here, you scamp!
    Jump for the gentlemen,—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,
    ...