Cries Death, "O Man, thy liberty, What boots it! Low thou bowest the knee Subservient to masters three -- Thy conquerors -- Pain, Age, and Me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE: THE POWER OF MUSIC by SAMUEL LISLE THE NIGHT [NICHT] IS NEAR [NIGH] GONE by ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE TO HELEN (1) by EDGAR ALLAN POE EPITAPH FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALEXANDER POPE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 30 by ALFRED TENNYSON LINES WRITTEN IN LADY'S ALBUM OF DIFFERENT-COLOURED PAPER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |