Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Thomas Bailey Aldrichwas an American writer, poet, critic, and editor. He is notable for his long editorship of The Atlantic Monthly, during which he published works by Charles Chesnutt and others. He was also known for his semi-autobiographical book The Story of a Bad Boy, and for his poetry, which included "The Unguarded Gates"...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth11 November 1836
CountryUnited States of America
eye night wings
Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.
art masters laurels
The laurels of an orator who is not a master of literary art wither quickly.
fall men eden
No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original.
air may honey
Hebe's here, May is here! The air is fresh and sunny; And the miser-bees are busy Hoarding golden honey.
dream twilight sleep
But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait At the portcullis, at thy castle gate, Longing to see the charmed door of dreams Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!
sweet done guests
When friends are at your hearthside met, Sweet courtesy has done its most If you have made each guest forget That he himself is not the host.
new-york men doors
Imagine all human beings swept off the face of the earth, excepting one man. Imagine this man in some vast city, New York or London. Imagine him on the third or fourth day of his solitude sitting in a house and hearing a ring at the door-bell!
believe heart sight
It is the Lord's Day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight.
men nero unlimited
The possession of unlimited power will make a despot of almost any man. There is a possible Nero in the gentlest human creature that walks.
wine waiting tonight
I beg you come tonight and dine A welcome waits you and sound wine The Roederer chilly to a charm As Juno's breasts the claret warm ...
beautiful memorial-day military
Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our national holidays.... The grim cannon have turned into palm branches, and the shell and shrapnel into peach blossoms.
wings imagination mind
I like to have a thing suggested rather than told in full. When every detail is given, the mind rests satisfied, and the imagination loses the desire to use its own wings.
love sympathy beauty
What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
art generosity giving
True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation.