Silver Spring Township

Famous quotes containing the words silver, spring and/or township:

    “Of fayre Elisa be your silver song,
    That blessed wight:
    The flowre of virgins, may shee florish long
    In princely plight.
    Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599)

    A brook that was the water of the house,
    Cold as a spring as yet so near its source,
    Too lofty and original to rage.
    Robert Frost (1874–1963)

    A township where one primitive forest waves above while another primitive forest rots below,—such a town is fitted to raise not only corn and potatoes, but poets and philosophers for the coming ages. In such a soil grew Homer and Confucius and the rest, and out of such a wilderness comes the Reformer eating locusts and wild honey.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)