ON pleasure bent, see how the pressing hordes Flock to the play where Comedy is queen. A shot! And Tragedy usurps the boards; . . . Lincoln alone, in an eternal scene. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: ROBERT OF SICILY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE: 2 by GEORGE MEREDITH TO A LOCOMOTIVE IN WINTER by WALT WHITMAN THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE THIRD AND FOURTH by WILLIAM BLAKE THE GATES OF PARADISE; FOR CHILDREN by WILLIAM BLAKE TRANSPORT UP AT YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WINGED VICTORY by LORAINE S. BRADFORD |