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
life giving
That was indeed to live -- at one bold swoop to wrest from darkling death the best that death to life can give.
life summer stars
Though I be shut in darkness, and become insentient dust blown idly here and there, I count oblivion a scant price to pay for having once had held against my lip life's brimming cup of hydromel and rue--for having once known woman's holy love and a child's kiss, and for a little space been boon companion to the Day and Night, Fed on the odors of the summer dawn, and folded in the beauty of the stars. Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay, and serve the potter as he turns his wheel, I thank Thee for the gracious gift of tears!
life harps
O harp of life, so speedily unstrung!
life age coins
So precious life is! Even to the old, the hours are as a miser's coins!
life fall leafs
How fugitive and brief is mortal life between the budding and the falling leaf.
admit american-poet average child parent
There must be such a thing as a child with average ability, but you can't find a parent who will admit that it is his child.
passes sympathy
What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness.
book age pay
Books that have become classics - books that have had their day and now get more praise than perusal - always remind me of retired colonels and majors and captains who, having reached the age limit, find themselves retired on half pay.
morning eye sky
It is only your habitual late riser who takes in the full flavor of Nature at those rare intervals when he gets up to go afishing. He brings virginal emotions and unsatiated eyes to the sparkling freshness of earth and stream and sky.
weather rainbow thunder
After a debauch of thunder-shower, the weather takes the pledge and signs it with a rainbow.
writing reputation discrepancies
Between the reputation of the author living and the reputation of the same author dead there is ever a wide discrepancy.
sand ends all-the-best
All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do sowould I?
tears born dies
We weep when we are born, Not when we die!
humorous men thinking
It was pleasant to me to get a letter from you the other day. Perhaps I should have found it pleasanter if I had been able to decipher it. I don't think that I mastered anything beyond the date (which I knew) and the signature (which I guessed at). There's a singular and a perpetual charm in a letter of yours; it never grows old, it never loses its novelty .... Other letters are read and thrown away and forgotten, but yours are kept forever - unread. One of them will last a reasonable man a lifetime.