Thomas Bailey Aldrich Short Quotes

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Though I am not genuine Boston, I am Boston-plated.

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What probing deep
Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?

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The man who suspects his own tediousness is yet to be born.

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Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades.

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With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.

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All the panes are hung with frost
Wild wizard-work of silver lace.

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So precious life is! Even to the old
The hours are as a miser's coins!

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True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation.

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My mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings

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The laurels of an orator who is not a master of literary art wither quickly.

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How fugitive and brief is mortal life between the budding and the falling leaf.

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What is slang in one age sometimes goes into the vocabulary of the purist in the next.

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After a debauch of thunder-shower, the weather takes the pledge and signs it with a rainbow.

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The ring of a false coin is not more recognizable than that of a rhyme setting forth a false sorrow.

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In her eyes a thought
Grew sweeter and sweeter, deepening like the dawn, —
A mystical forewarning.

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It is the Lord's Day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight.

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The fair, frail palaces,
The fading alps and archipelagoes,
And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas.

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What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

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To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent—that is to triumph over old age.

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Hebe's here, May is here!
The air is fresh and sunny;
And the miser-bees are busy
Hoarding golden honey.

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A mighty wind, like a leviathan,
Ploughed through the brine, and from these solitudes
Sent Silence frightened.

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My father invested his money so securely in the banking business that he was never able to get any of it out again.

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That was indeed to live—
At one bold swoop to wrest
From darkling death the best
That Death to Life can give!

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Between the reputation of the author living and the reputation of the same author dead there is ever a wide discrepancy.

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The air is full of hints of grief,
Strange voices touched with pain —
The pathos of the falling leaf
And rustling of the rain.

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