What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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American - Poet November 11, 1836 - March 19, 1907

What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness. - Thomas Bailey Aldrich

What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Sympathy, Never, Lovely

Rome is one enormous mausoleum. There, the Past lies visibly stretched upon his bier. There is no today or tomorrow in Rome; it is perpetual yesterday. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Past, Tomorrow, Rome

Nothing except time is wasted in Italy. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Nothing, Wasted, Except

To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent - that is to triumph over old age. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Age, Kindly, Reverent

A man should have duties outside of himself; without them, he is a mere balloon, inflated with thin egotism and drifting nowhere. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Balloon, Drifting, Them

Dwellers by the sea are generally superstitious; sailors always are. There is something in the illimitable expanse of sky and water that dilates the imagination. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Sky, Always, Superstitious

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

Which, Lamb, Barbarism

The dead play a very prominent part in the experience of the wanderer abroad. The houses in which they were born, the tombs in which they lie, the localities they made famous by their good or evil deeds, and the works their genius left behind them are necessarily the chief shrines of his pilgrimage. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Play, Behind, Very

To be weak, and to know it, is something of a punishment for a proud man. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Proud, Punishment, Proud Man

There is no man at once so unselfish and selfish as a man in love. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Love, Selfish, Once

The Stamp Act was to go into operation on the first day of November. On the previous morning, the 'New Hampshire Gazette' appeared with a deep black border and all the typographical emblems of affliction, for was not Liberty dead? Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Border, New, November

There is a special Providence that watches over idiots, drunken men, and boys. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Special, Watches, Over

A man is known by the company his mind keeps. - Thomas Bailey Aldrich

A man is known by the company his mind keeps. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Mind, Known, His

The ocean moans over dead men's bones. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Ocean, Bones, Over

A girl does not treat a possible lover with unvarying simplicity and directness. In all its phases, love is complex; friendship is not. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Love, Friendship, Treat

When Washington visited Portsmouth in 1789, he was not much impressed by the architecture of the little town that had stood by him so stoutly in the struggle for independence. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Town, Impressed, Stood

When a man cuts himself absolutely adrift from custom, what an astonishingly light spar floats him! How few his wants are, after all! Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Him, Custom, Floats

Every man has within himself a gold mine whose riches are limited only by his own industry. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Mine, Within, Limited

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. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Mind, Desire, Given

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. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Half, Remind, Had

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

They fail, and they alone, who have not striven. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Alone, Fail, Who

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. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Parent, Will, Average

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

Art, Seldom, True Art

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. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Note, Some, Been

In every age have mighty spirits dwelt unseen with man, biding the hour that needed them. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Mighty, Hour, Needed

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