Thomas Aird

(1802-1876 / Scotland)

Thomas Aird Poems

1. Genius 9/23/2010
2. Grandmother 9/23/2010
3. Monkwood: Part First 9/23/2010
4. Monkwood: Part Second 9/23/2010
5. Monograph Of A Friend 9/23/2010
6. Morning 9/23/2010
7. My Mother's Grave 9/23/2010
8. Nebuchadnezzar: Canto I: Cyra's Interview With The Prophet Ezekiel 9/23/2010
9. Nebuchadnezzar: Canto Ii: The Plot Of Merdan And Narses 9/23/2010
10. Nebuchadnezzar: Canto Iii: The Hunt 9/23/2010
11. Nebuchadnezzar: Canto Iv: Nebuchadnezzar's Cave 9/23/2010
12. Nebuchadnezzar: Canto V: The Battle 9/23/2010
13. Nebuchadnezzar: Canto Vi: The Banquet 9/23/2010
14. Nebuchadnezzar: Canto Vii: The Death Of Cyra 9/23/2010
15. Nebuchadnezzar: Canto Viii: The End Of Nebuchadnezzar 9/23/2010
16. Night 9/23/2010
17. Noon 9/23/2010
18. Our Young Painter 9/23/2010
19. Recovery From Sickness 9/23/2010
20. Second Tale: Othuriel: Canto I: The Burial 9/23/2010
21. Second Tale: Othuriel: Canto Ii: Othuriel's Interview With Joanna 9/23/2010
22. Second Tale: Othuriel: Canto Iii: The Assualt By Night 9/23/2010
23. Second Tale: Othuriel: Canto Iv: Othuriel Brings Tamar To Jerusalem 9/23/2010
24. Second Tale: Othuriel: Canto V: Othuriel A Prisoner 9/23/2010
25. Second Tale: Othuriel: Canto Vi: The Death And Buriel Of Moromne And Joanna 9/23/2010
26. Second Tale: Othuriel: Canto Vii: The End Of Othuriel 9/23/2010
27. Song Of Time And Man 9/23/2010
28. Song The Eigth 9/23/2010
29. Song The Eleventh 9/23/2010
30. Song The Fifth 9/23/2010
31. Song The First 9/23/2010
32. Song The Fourth 9/23/2010
33. Song The Ninth 9/23/2010
34. Song The Second 9/23/2010
35. Song The Seventh 9/23/2010
36. Song The Sixth 9/23/2010
37. Song The Tenth 9/23/2010
38. Song The Third 9/23/2010
39. Song The Twelfth 9/23/2010
40. The Captive Of Fez: Canto I: The Prison 9/23/2010
Best Poem of Thomas Aird

Belshazzar's Feast

The lights of joy at midnight hour
Were up in ancient Babylon.
Beauty and Pleasure, Pride and Power,
Were gathered round Belshazzar's Throne.
In farther halls the dance went on,
A pomp of circling peers was nigh;
Yet sate the King as if alone,
In boding gloom, he knew not why.
That midnight hour, forth came a Hand
And wrote along the darkened wall.
In fiery rows the letters stand,
And flaming out the King appal.
From round him, like a garment, tall
The princely heads, awed to the earth.
The Horror runs from hall to hall,
Devouring up the distant ...

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A Winter Day: Morning

Yon ridge of trees against the frosty east
Of Morn, how thin, how fine, how spiritualised
Their fringe of naked branches, and of twigs,
Distinct, though multitudinous and small!
Still rarified, they seem about to be
Consumed to nothing in the candent glow
Breathed up before the Sun. Lo! in their stems
His ruddy disc; and now the rayless orb,
Round and entire, is up, on the fixed eye

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