“A Nocturnal Sketch” Even is come; and from the dark Park, hark, The signal of the setting sun–one gun! And six is sounding from the chime, prime time To go and see the Drury-Lane Dane slain,– Or hear Othello’s jealous doubt spout out,– Or Macbeth raving at that shade-made blade, Denying to his frantic clutch much touch;– Or else to see Ducrow with wide stride … Continue reading