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“Black Tragedy lets slip her grim disguise and shows you laughing lips and roguish eyes; but when, unmasked, gay Comedy appears, how wan her cheeks are, and what heavy tears!”

Quote by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Book:Poems

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This book is a compilation of poems that explore a wide range of subjects and emotions, showcasing the beauty and depth of the poetic form. more

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Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Thomas Bailey Aldrich was an American poet born on November 11, 1836, and died on March 19, 1907. His poetry is known for its elegant rhythm and profound emotion, which had a significant impact on the development of American poetry. more

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Author:Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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Book:The Ballad of Babie Bell, and Other Poems

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“The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with care, His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a chair, His chair-arm an elbow supporting, his right hand upholding his head, His eyes on his dusty old table, with different documents spread.”

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