Thomas Bailey Aldrich

(November 11, 1836 – March 19, 1907 / Portsmouth, New Hampshire)

Thomas Bailey Aldrich Poems

81. An Elective Course 1/3/2003
82. At Stratford-Upon-Avon 1/3/2003
83. At The Funeral Of A Minor Poet 1/3/2003
84. A Mood 1/3/2003
85. Memory 1/3/2003
86. A Touch Of Nature 1/3/2003
87. Echo Song 1/3/2003
88. Andromeda 1/3/2003
89. Identity 1/1/2004

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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 a-gape,
Shuddering in the gloaming light.
"I know not," said the second Shape,
"I only died last night!"

Read the full of Identity

Henry Howard Brownell

They never crowned him, never dreamed his worth,
And let him go unlaurelled to the grave:
Hereafter there are guerdons for the brave,
Roses for martyrs who wear thorns on earth,
Balms for bruised hearts that languish in the dearth
Of human love. So let the grasses wave
Above him nameless. Little did he crave
Men's praises: modestly, with kindly mirth,
Not sad nor bitter, he accepted fate --

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