"Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope Abandon, ye who enter here." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THYESTES, ACT 2: CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA THE PROGRESS OF POETRY by JONATHAN SWIFT THE BOUNDARIES OF APPRECIATION by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE LOUD SILENCE by SUSIE MONTGOMERY BEST PSALM 83 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE POORTITH CAULD by ROBERT BURNS |