Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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

Thomas Bailey Aldrich Poems

81. The Sisters' Tragedy 1/3/2003
82. The Undiscovered Country 1/3/2003
83. Thorwaldsen 1/3/2003
84. Threnody 1/3/2003
85. To Hafiz 4/8/2010
86. To L.T. In Florence 1/3/2003
87. Unguarded Gates 4/8/2010
88. When The Sultan Goes To Ispahan 4/8/2010
89. With Three Flowers 1/3/2003
Best Poem of 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 by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue noon in May--
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, pausing here, set down its load
Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.

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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 brave,
Roses for martyrs who wear thorns on earth,
Balms for bruised hearts that languish in the dearth
Of human love. So let the grasses wave
Above him nameless. Little did he crave
Men's praises: modestly, with kindly mirth,
Not sad nor bitter, he accepted fate --

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