...gala night Within the lonesome latter yean I An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears. Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible Woe 1 That motley drama !— oh, bo sure It shall not be forgot I With its Phantom...

...gala night Within the lonesome latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre to see A play of hopes...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible Woe. That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased...

...lonesome latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theater to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible woe. That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased...

...in tears, Sit in a theater to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes f1tfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible woe. That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased...

...gala night Within the lonesome latter years : An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre to see A play of hopes...orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres." Can the exquisite yet awful imagery of this poem, full as it is of theatre memories, — mimes, puppets,...

...Within the lonesome latter years : An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in teats, Sit in a theatre to see A play of hopes and fears,...orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. ' ' Can the exquisite yet awful imagery of this poem, full as it is of theatre memories, — mimes,...

...gala night Within the lonesome latter years : AI angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully Can the exquisite yet awful imagery of this poem, full as it is of theatre memories, — mimes, puppets,...

...gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo! That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! • Introduced by Poe...

...gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, ie And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things...

...gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes,2 in the form of God OH high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets...