The play seems out for an almost infinite run. The play seems out for an almost infinite run. Don't mind a little thing like the actors fighting. Don't mind a little thing like the actors fighting. The only I worry about is the sun. The only I worry about is the sun. We'll be all right if nothing goes wrong with the lighting. We'll be all right if nothing goes wrong with the lighting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISSIONARY HYMN by REGINALD HEBER WHEN I BUY PICTURES by MARIANNE MOORE AN EARNEST SUIT [TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS NOT TO FORESAKE HIM] by THOMAS WYATT TO SWEET MEAT, SOUR SAUCE; AN IMITATION OF THEOCRITUS OR ANACREON by PHILIP AYRES THE PILGRIM by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A SISTER OF SORROW: 1. UP THE ROAD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE EPISTLE DEDICATORY TO LORD ZOUCH by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |