Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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

Thomas Bailey Aldrich Poems

41. Memory 1/3/2003
42. Like Crusoe, Walking By The Lonely Strand 1/3/2003
43. L'Eau Dormante 1/3/2003
44. Latakia 4/8/2010
45. Kriss Kringle 4/8/2010
46. Invita Minerva 1/3/2003
47. In Westminster Abbey 1/3/2003
48. I'Ll Not Confer With Sorrow 1/3/2003
49. Identity 1/1/2004
50. I Vex Me Not With Brooding On The Years 1/3/2003
51. Hesperides 4/8/2010
52. Heredity 4/8/2010
53. Henry Howard Brownell 1/3/2003
54. Guilielmus Rex 1/3/2003
55. Fredericksburg 1/3/2003
56. Fannie 4/8/2010
57. Even This Will Pass Away 1/3/2003
58. England 4/8/2010
59. Enamored Architect Of Airy Rhyme 1/3/2003
60. Elmwood 4/8/2010
61. Ellen Terry In The Merchant Of Venice 1/3/2003
62. Eidolons 1/3/2003
63. Egypt 1/3/2003
64. Echo Song 1/3/2003
65. Destiny 4/8/2010
66. Corydon 1/3/2003
67. By The Potomac 1/3/2003
68. Broken Music 4/8/2010
69. Books And Seasons 1/3/2003
70. Before The Rain 1/1/2004
71. Batuschka 1/3/2003
72. Baby Bell 4/8/2010
73. At The Funeral Of A Minor Poet 1/3/2003
74. At Stratford-Upon-Avon 1/3/2003
75. At Bay Ridge, Long Island 1/3/2003
76. At A Reading 1/3/2003
77. Appreciation 4/8/2010
78. Andromeda 1/3/2003
79. An Ode 4/8/2010
80. An Elective Course 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 ...

Read the full of Andromeda

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
A thousand delicate fibers reaching out
Still to detain him; then some twenty steps
Of iron staircse winding round and down,
And ending in a narrow gallery hung

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