Thomas Bailey Aldrich Quotes

Here is woe, a self and not the mask of woe. - View Quote Details on Here is woe, a self and not the mask of…
So precious life is! Even to the old
The hours are as a miser’s coins! - View Quote Details on So precious life is! Even to the old
The hours…
That was indeed to live—
At one bold swoop to wrest
From darkling death the best
That Death to Life can give! - View Quote Details on That was indeed to live—
At one bold swoop to…
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 so, would I? - View Quote Details on All the best sands of my life are somehow getting…
Somewhere—in desolate wind-swept space—
In Twilight-land—in No-man’s land—
Two hurrying Shapes met face to face,
And bade each other stand.

“And who are you?” cried one, agape,
Shuddering in the gloaming light.
“I know not,” said the second Shape,
“I only died last night.” - View Quote Details on Somewhere—in desolate wind-swept space—
In Twilight-land—in No-man’s land—
Two hurrying Shapes…
What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round. - View Quote Details on What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the…
Wide open and unguarded stand our gates,
Named of the four winds, North, South, East and West;
Portals that lead to an enchanted land…
Here, it is written, Toil shall have its wage
And Honor honor, and the humblest man
Stand level with the highest in the law.
Of such a land have men in dungeons dreamed
And with the vision brightening in their eyes
Gone smiling to the fagot and the sword.

O Liberty, white Goddess! is it well
To leave the gates unguarded? On thy breast
Fold Sorrow’s children, soothe the hurts of Fate,
Lift the down-trodden, but with hand of steel
Stay those who to thy sacred portals come
To waste the gifts of Freedom. - View Quote Details on Wide open and unguarded stand our gates,
Named of the four…