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Thomas Bailey Aldrich's Poetry, by title

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  • A Dedication
    Take these rhymes into thy grace,
    Since they are of thy begetting,
    8 lines
  • A Mood
    A blight, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness--
    Some vague, remote ancestral touch of sorrow, or of madness;
    6 lines, 1 comment
  • A Petition
    To spring belongs the violet, and the blown
    Spice of the roses let the summer own.
    8 lines
  • A Shadow of the Night
    Close on the edge of a midsummer dawn
        In troubled dreams I went from land to land,
    33 lines
  • A Touch Of Nature
    When first the crocus thrusts its point of gold
    Up through the still snow-drifted garden mould,
    13 lines
  • Act V
    [MIDNIGHT.]
    First, two white arms that held him very close,
    18 lines
  • After The Rain
    THE rain has ceased, and in my room
    The sunshine pours an airy flood;
    12 lines
  • Alec Yeaton's Son
    GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720
    The wind it wailed, the wind it moaned,
    49 lines
  • An Alpine Picture
    Stand here and look, and softly draw your breath
    Lest the dread avalanche come crashing down!
    14 lines
  • An Elective Course
    LINES FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF A HARVARD UNDERGRADUATE
    The bloom that lies on Fanny's cheek
    65 lines
  • An Ode
        NOT with slow, funereal sound
        Come we to this sacred ground;
    81 lines
  • Andromeda
    The smooth-worn coin and threadbare classic phrase
    Of Grecian myths that did beguile my youth,
    14 lines
  • Appreciation
    TO the sea-shell’s spiral round
    ’T is your heart that brings the sound:
    9 lines
  • At A Reading
    THE spare professor, grave and bald,
    Began his paper. It was called,
    42 lines
  • At Bay Ridge, Long Island
    Pleasant it is to lie amid the grass
    Under these shady locusts, half the day,
    14 lines
  • At Stratford-Upon-Avon
    Thus spake his dust (so seemed it as I read
    The words): Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbeare
    13 lines
  • At The Funeral Of A Minor Poet
    [One of the Bearers Soliloquizes:]
    . . . Room in your heart for him, O Mother Earth,
    69 lines, 1 comment
  • Baby Bell
    I
    Have you not heard the poets tell
    109 lines
  • Batuschka
    From yonder gilded minaret
    Beside the steel-blue Neva set,
    28 lines
  • Before The Rain
    We knew it would rain, for all the morn
    A spirit on slender ropes of mist
    11 lines, 4 comments
  • Books And Seasons
    Because the sky is blue; because blithe May
    Masks in the wren's note and the lilac's hue;
    14 lines
  • Broken Music
    I know not in what fashion she was made,
          Nor what her voice was, when she used to speak,
    33 lines
  • By The Potomac
    The soft new grass is creeping o'er the graves
    By the Potomac; and the crisp ground-flower
    14 lines
  • Corydon: A Pastoral
    Scene: A roadside in Arcady
    SHEPHERD.
    102 lines
  • Destiny
    Three roses, wan as moonlight, and weighed down
        Each with its loveliness as with a crown,
    11 lines
  • Echo Song
    I
    Who can say where Echo dwells?
    36 lines
  • Egypt
    Fantastic sleep is busy with my eyes;
    I seem in some waste solitude to stand
    14 lines
  • Eidolons
    Those forms we fancy shadows, those strange lights
    That flash on lone morasses, the quick wind
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Ellen Terry In The Merchant Of Venice
    As there she lives and moves upon the scene,
    So lived and moved this radiant womanhood
    14 lines
  • Elmwood
    Here, in the twilight, at the well-known gate
        I linger, with no heart to enter more.
    97 lines
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