The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | ||
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SESTET
(Sent to a friend with a volume of Tennyson)
Wouldst know the clash of knightly steel on steel?Or list the throstle singing loud and clear?
Or walk at twilight by some haunted mere
In Surrey; or in throbbing London feel
Life's pulse at highest—hark, the minster's peal! ...
Turn but the page, that various world is here!
The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | ||