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THE ROMAN STAGE
To Hugh Orange.
A man of marble holds the throne,
With looks composed and resolute:
Till death, a prince whom princes own,
Draws near to touch the marble mute.
With looks composed and resolute:
Till death, a prince whom princes own,
Draws near to touch the marble mute.
The play is over: gooa my friends!
Murmur the pale lips: your applause!
With what a grace the actor ends:
How loyal to dramatic laws!
Murmur the pale lips: your applause!
With what a grace the actor ends:
How loyal to dramatic laws!
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A brooding beauty on his brow;
Irony brooding over sin:
The next imperial actor now
Bids the satiric piece begin.
Irony brooding over sin:
The next imperial actor now
Bids the satiric piece begin.
1891.
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