Thomas Bailey Aldrich

(November 11, 1836 – March 19, 1907 / Portsmouth, New Hampshire)

Thomas Bailey Aldrich Poems

41. Identity 1/1/2004
42. I'Ll Not Confer With Sorrow 1/3/2003
43. In Westminster Abbey 1/3/2003
44. Invita Minerva 1/3/2003
45. Kriss Kringle 4/8/2010
46. Latakia 4/8/2010
47. L'Eau Dormante 1/3/2003
48. Like Crusoe, Walking By The Lonely Strand 1/3/2003
49. Memory 1/3/2003
50. Miracles 1/3/2003
51. Monody On The Death Of Wendell Phillips 1/3/2003
52. No Songs In Winter 1/3/2003
53. On Reading William Watson's Sonnet Entitled The Purple East 1/3/2003
54. Outward Bound 1/3/2003
55. Palabras Cariñosas 4/8/2010
56. Palinode 1/3/2003
57. Pauline Pavlovna 1/3/2003
58. Pillared Arch And Sculptured Tower 1/3/2003
59. Piscataqua River 4/8/2010
60. Prescience 4/8/2010
61. Pursuit And Possession 1/3/2003
62. Quatrains 4/8/2010
63. Reminiscence 1/3/2003
64. Sargent's Portrait Of Edwin Booth 1/3/2003
65. Sea Longings 4/8/2010
66. Sestet 1/3/2003
67. Sleep 1/3/2003
68. Song From The Persian 1/1/2004
69. Sonnets 4/8/2010
70. Sweetheart, Sigh No More 4/8/2010
71. Tennyson 1/3/2003
72. Thalia 1/3/2003
73. The Flight Of The Goddess 4/8/2010
74. The Last Caesar 1/3/2003
75. The Letter 1/3/2003
76. The Lorelei 1/3/2003
77. The Menu 1/3/2003
78. The Poets 1/3/2003
79. The Rarity Of Genius 1/3/2003
80. The Shipman's Tale 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Andromeda

The smooth-worn coin and threadbare classic phrase
Of Grecian myths that did beguile my youth,
Beguile me not as in the olden days:
I think more grief and beauty dwell with truth.
Andromeda, in fetters by the sea,
Star-pale with anguish till young Perseus came,
Less moves me with her suffering than she,
The slim girl figure fettered to dark shame,
That nightly haunts the park, there, like a shade,
Trailing her wretchedness from street to street.
See where she passes -- neither wife nor maid;
How all mere fiction crumbles at her feet!
Here is ...

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Corydon

A PASTORAL

SCENE: A roadside in Arcady

SHEPHERD.

Good sir, have you seen pass this way
A mischief straight from market-day?
You'd know her at a glance, I think;

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