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- 1833
- THE COLISEUM
- by Edgar Allan Poe
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- Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary
- Of lofty contemplation left to Time
- By buried centuries of pomp and power!
- At length- at length- after so many days
- Of weary pilgrimage and burning thirst,
- (Thirst for the springs of lore that in thee lie,)
- I kneel, an altered and an humble man,
- Amid thy shadows, and so drink within
- My very soul thy grandeur, gloom, and glory!
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- Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld!
- Silence! and Desolation! and dim Night!
- I feel ye now- I feel ye in your strength-
- O spells more sure than e'er Judaean king
- Taught in the gardens of Gethsemane!
- O charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee
- Ever drew down from out the quiet stars!
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- Here, where a hero fell, a column falls!
- Here, where the mimic eagle glared in gold,
- A midnight vigil holds the swarthy bat!
- Here, where the dames of Rome their gilded hair
- Waved to the wind, now wave the reed and thistle!
- Here, where on golden throne the monarch lolled,
- Glides, spectre-like, unto his marble home,
- Lit by the wan light of the horned moon,
- The swift and silent lizard of the stones!
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- But stay! these walls- these ivy-clad arcades-
- These moldering plinths- these sad and blackened shafts-
- These vague entablatures- this crumbling frieze-
- These shattered cornices- this wreck- this ruin-
- These stones- alas! these grey stones- are they all-
- All of the famed, and the colossal left
- By the corrosive Hours to Fate and me?
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- "Not all"- the Echoes answer me- "not all!
- Prophetic sounds and loud, arise forever
- From us, and from all Ruin, unto the wise,
- As melody from Memnon to the Sun.
- We rule the hearts of mightiest men- we rule
- With a despotic sway all giant minds.
- We are not impotent- we pallid stones.
- Not all our power is gone- not all our fame-
- Not all the magic of our high renown-
- Not all the wonder that encircles us-
- Not all the mysteries that in us lie-
- Not all the memories that hang upon
- And cling around about us as a garment,
- Clothing us in a robe of more than glory."
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- -THE END-
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