Reminiscence By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Reminiscence Though I am native to this frozen zone That half the twelvemonth torpid lies, or dead; Though the cold azure arching overhead And the…

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Fannie By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Fannie Fannie has the sweetest foot Ever in a gaiter boot! And the hoyden knows it, And, of course, she shows it- Not the knowledge,…

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With Three Flowers By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

With Three Flowers Herewith I send you three pressed withered flowers: This one was white, with golden star; this, blue As Capri’s cave; that, purple…

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To Hafiz By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

To Hafiz THOUGH gifts like thine the fates gave not to me, One thing, O Hafiz, we both hold in fee— Nay, it holds us;…

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Monody On The Death Of Wendell Phillips By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Monody On The Death Of Wendell Phillips I One by one they go Into the unknown dark– Star-lit brows of the brave, Voices that drew…

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Before The Rain By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Before The Rain E knew it would rain, for all the morn A spirit on slender ropes of mist Was lowering its golden buckets down…

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The Rarity Of Genius By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

The Rarity Of Genius While yet my lip was breathing youth’s first breath, I all too young to know their deepest spell, I saw Medea…

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I’ll Not Confer With Sorrow By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

I’Ll Not Confer With Sorrow I’ll not confer with Sorrow Till to-morrow; But Joy shall have her way This very day. Ho, eglantine and cresses…

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An Elective Course By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

An Elective Course LINES FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF A HARVARD UNDERGRADUATE The bloom that lies on Fanny’s cheek Is all my Latin, all my…

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Quatrains By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Quatrains MASKS BLACK Tragedy lets slip her grim disguise And shows you laughing lips and roguish eyes; But when, unmasked, gay Comedy appears, How wan…

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Enamored Architect Of Airy Rhyme By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Enamored Architect Of Airy Rhyme Enamored architect of airy rhyme, Build as thou wilt, heed not what each man says: Good souls, but innocent of…

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When The Sultan Goes To Ispahan By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

When The Sultan Goes To Ispahan When the Sultan Shah-Zaman Goes to the city Ispahan, Even before he gets so far As the place where…

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The Sisters’ Tragedy By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

The Sisters’ Tragedy A.D. 1670 AGLÄE, a widow. MURIEL, her unmarried sister. It happened once, in that brave land that lies For half the twelvemonth…

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Palabras Cariñosas By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Palabras Cariñosas GOOD-NIGHT! I have to say good-night To such a host of peerless things! Good-night unto the slender hand All queenly with its weight…

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Books And Seasons By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Books And Seasons Because the sky is blue; because blithe May Masks in the wren’s note and the lilac’s hue; Because — in fine, because…

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The Flight Of The Goddess By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

The Flight Of The Goddess A man should live in a garret aloof, And have few friends, and go poorly clad, With an old hat…

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I Vex Me Not With Brooding On The Years By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

I Vex Me Not With Brooding On The Years I vex me not with brooding on the years That were ere I drew breath; why…

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An Alpine Picture By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

An Alpine Picture Stand here and look, and softly draw your breath Lest the dread avalanche come crashing down! How many leagues away is yonder…

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Sleep By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Sleep When to oft sleep we give ourselves away, And in a dream as in a fairy bark Drift on and on through the enchanted…

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Ellen Terry In The Merchant Of Venice By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Ellen Terry In The Merchant Of Venice As there she lives and moves upon the scene, So lived and moved this radiant womanhood In Shakespeare’s…

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Unguarded Gates By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Unguarded Gates WIDE open and unguarded stand our gates, Named of the four winds, North, South, East, and West; Portals that lead to an enchanted…

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The Shipman’s Tale By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

The Shipman’s Tale Listen my masters! I speak naught but truth. From dawn to dawn they drifted on and on, Not knowing wither nor to…

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No Songs In Winter By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

No Songs In Winter The sky is gray as gray may be, There is no bird upon the bough, There is no leaf on vine…

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At The Funeral Of A Minor Poet By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

At The Funeral Of A Minor Poet [One of the Bearers Soliloquizes:] . . . Room in your heart for him, O Mother Earth, Who…

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Tennyson By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Tennyson I Shakespeare and Milton–what third blazoned name Shall lips of after-ages link to these? His who, beside the wide encircling seas, Was England’s voice,…

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Hesperides By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Hesperides If thy soul, Herrick, dwelt with me, This is what my songs would be: Hints of our sea-breezes, blent With odors from the Orient;…

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Alec Yeaton’s Son By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Alec Yeaton’s Son GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 The wind it wailed, the wind it moaned, And the white caps flecked the sea; “An’ I would to…

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Pursuit And Possession By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Pursuit And Possession When I behold what pleasure is pursuit, What life, what glorious eagerness it is; Then mark how full possession falls from this,…

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Eidolons By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Eidolons Those forms we fancy shadows, those strange lights That flash on lone morasses, the quick wind That smites us by the roadside are the…

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To L.T. In Florence By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

To L.T. In Florence You by the Arno shape your marble dream, Under the cypress and the olive trees, While I, this side the wild…

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The Undiscovered Country By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

The Undiscovered Country Forever am I conscious, moving here, That should I step a little space aside I pass the boundary of some glorified Invisible…

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Miracles By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Miracles Sick of myself and all that keeps the light Of the wide heavens away from me and mine, I climb this ledge, and by…

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Baby Bell By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Baby Bell I Have you not heard the poets tell How came the dainty Baby Bell Into this world of ours? The gates of heaven…

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Thalia By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Thalia “A MIDDLE-AGED LYRICAL POET IS SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING FINAL LEAVE OF THE MUSE OF COMEDY. SHE HAS BROUGHT HIM HIS HAT AND GLOVES,…

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Heredity By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Heredity A soldier of the Cromwell stamp, With sword and psalm-book by his side, At home alike in church and camp: Austere he lived, and…

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Act V By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Act V [MIDNIGHT.] First, two white arms that held him very close, And ever closer as he drew him back Reluctantly, the loose gold-colored hair…

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Piscataqua River By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Piscataqua River Thou singest by the gleaming isles, By woods, and fields of corn, Thou singest, and the sunlight smiles Upon my birthday morn. But…

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Echo Song By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Echo Song I Who can say where Echo dwells? In some mountain-cave, methinks, Where the white owl sits and blinks; Or in deep sequestered dells,…

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Thorwaldsen By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Thorwaldsen Not in the fabled influence of some star, Benign or evil, do our fortunes lie; We are the arbiters of destiny, Lords of the…

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Memory By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Memory My mind lets go a thousand things Like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour– ‘T was noon…

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At Stratford-Upon-Avon By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

At Stratford-Upon-Avon Thus spake his dust (so seemed it as I read The words): Good friend, for Jesus’ sake forbeare (Poor ghost!) To digg the…

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Sweetheart, Sigh No More By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Sweetheart, Sigh No More It was with doubt and trembling I whispered in her ear. Go, take her answer, bird-on-bough, That all the world may…

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Identity By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Identity SOMEWHERE–in desolate wind-swept space– In Twilight-land–in No-man’s land– Two hurrying Shapes met face to face, And bade each other stand. “And who are you?”…

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A Shadow Of The Night By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

A Shadow Of The Night Close on the edge of a midsummer dawn In troubled dreams I went from land to land, Each seven-colored like…

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Pillared Arch And Sculptured Tower By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Pillared Arch And Sculptured Tower Pillared arch and sculptured tower Of Ilium have had their hour; The dust of many a king is blown On…

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Egypt By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Egypt Fantastic sleep is busy with my eyes; I seem in some waste solitude to stand Once ruled of Cheops; upon either hand A dark…

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Threnody By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Threnody I Upon your hearse this flower I lay Brief be your sleep! You shall be known When lesser men have had their day: Fame…

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L’eau Dormante By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

L’Eau Dormante Curled up and sitting on her feet. Within the window’s deep embrasure, Is Lydia; and across the street, A lad, with eyes of…

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At Bay Ridge, Long Island By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

At Bay Ridge, Long Island Pleasant it is to lie amid the grass Under these shady locusts, half the day, Watching the ships reflected on…

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Sonnets By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Sonnets ENAMOURED ARCHITECT OF AIRY RHYME ENAMOURED architect of airy rhyme, Build as thou wilt; heed not what each man says: Good souls, but innocent…

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Henry Howard Brownell By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Henry Howard Brownell They never crowned him, never dreamed his worth, And let him go unlaurelled to the grave: Hereafter there are guerdons for the…

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A Petition By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

A Petition To spring belongs the violet, and the blown Spice of the roses let the summer own. Grant me this favor, Muse–all else withhold–…

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Prescience By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Prescience The new moon hung in the sky, the sun was low in the west, And my betrothed and I in the churchyard paused to…

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Elmwood By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Elmwood Here, in the twilight, at the well-known gate I linger, with no heart to enter more. Among the elm-tops the autumnal air Murmurs, and…

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The Poets By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

The Poets When this young Land has reached its wrinkled prime, And we are gone and all our songs are done, And naught is left…

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Kriss Kringle By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Kriss Kringle Just as the moon was fading Amid her misty rings, And every stocking was stuffed With childhood’s precious things, Old Kriss Kringle looked…

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At A Reading By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

At A Reading The spare professor, grave and bald, Began his paper. It was called, I think, “A Brief Historic Glance At Russia, Germany, and…

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Song From The Persian By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Song From The Persian AH, sad are they who know not love, But, far from passion’s tears and smiles, Drift down a moonless sea, beyond…

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Guilielmus Rex By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Guilielmus Rex The folk who lived in Shakespeare’s day And saw that gentle figure pass By London Bridge, his frequent way– They little knew what…

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A Touch Of Nature By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

A Touch Of Nature When first the crocus thrusts its point of gold Up through the still snow-drifted garden mould, And folded green things in…

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