Poems by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Ellen Terry In The Merchant Of Venice
... Was gone. This shape in Shakespeare's thought has been! ...
Fannie
... Then softly speaks and deeply sighs, ...
Hesperides
... new as May; Musical as brooks that run ...
Sestet
... Wouldst thou know the knightly clash of steel on steel ...
Unguarded Gates
... Have a care Lest from thy brow the clustered stars be torn ...
The Letter
... EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 ...
The Lorelei
... Perchance would halt, and lean towards the shore ...
Sleep
... For this brief space the loud world's voice is still, ...
The Poets
... What new strange voices shall be given to these, ...
At A Reading
... Then, by degrees, through slit and slough, ...
To L.T. In Florence
... While I, this side the wild wind-beaten seas, ...
Piscataqua River
... And take this song which fancy shapes ...
The Menu
... When these are guests I bolt the door, ...
Threnody
... White star that rose amid the battle's flame! ...
