Poems by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
By The Potomac
... Hark, what a burst of music from yon bower! - ...
Sargents Portrait of Edwin Booth at The Players
... Nay, 't is the man, could it but speak!" ...
The Sisters' Tragedy
... MURIEL. Be still, my heart! Grown patient with thine ache, ...
Sonnets
... ANDROMEDA THE SMOOTH-WORN coin and threadbare classic phrase ...
At Bay Ridge, Long Island
... That made their own deep midnight and rich morn ...
Sea Longings
... Clove-pink, old-fashioned, loved New England flowers ...
The Flight of the Goddess
... "Good-by," I cried, "to the stars and the clouds! ...
No Songs In Winter
... Slow creep the hours, slow creep the days, ...
To Hafiz
... But when the rose comes, Hafizin that place &emsp ...
Thorwaldsen
... Time's foolish spendthrifts, searching wide and far ...
Invita Minerva
... Not till the Muse wills is our passion crowned ...
The Shipman's Tale
... At every turn strange shapes reached up and clutched ...
In Westminster Abbey
... "The Southern Transept, hardly known by any other name but Poets' Corner" ...
Appreciation
... T is your heart that brings the sound: ...
When the Sultan Goes to Ispahan
... As the place where the clustered palm-trees are, ...
