Between the reputation of the author living and the reputation of the same author dead there is ever a wide discrepancy.
Thomas Bailey AldrichBut I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait At the portcullis, at thy castle gate, Longing to see the charmed door of dreams Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!
Thomas Bailey AldrichAfter a debauch of thunder-shower, the weather takes the pledge and signs it with a rainbow.
Thomas Bailey AldrichGracious to all, to none subservient, Without offense he spoke the word he meant
Thomas Bailey Aldrich