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Show BALLAD OF DEAD ACTORS. By W. E. Henley. Where are the passions they essayed, And where the tears they made to flow? Where the wild humors they portrayed For laughing worlds to see and know? Othello's wrath and Juliet's woe? - ,. Sir Peter's whims and Timon's gall? And Millamont and Romeo? Into the night go ono. and all. Where are the braveries, fresh or frayed? The plumes, the armors friend and foe? The cloth- of gold, the rare brocade, The mantles glittering to and fro? The pomp, the pride, the royal show? The cries of war and festival? The youth, the grace, the charms, the glow? Into the night go one and all. " The curtain falls, the play is played; The beggar packs beside the beau; The monarch troops, and troops the. maid, The thunder huddles with the snow. Where are the revelers, high- and low? The clashing swords? The lover's call? The dancers gleaming, row on row? Into) the night go one and all. ENVOY. Prince, In one common overthrow. The hero tumbles with the thrall; As dust that drives, as straws that blow, Into the night go one and all. The Argonaut. |