H O L D S T H E S W A R T H Y B A T
( prophetic sounds and loud, arise forever
from us, and from all Ruin, unto the wise,
as m e l o d y from Memnon to the Sun.
we rule the hearts of mightiest men - we rule
with a despotic s w a y all giant minds.
we are not impotent - we pallid stones.
not all our power is gone - not all our fame -
not all the m a g i c of our high renown -
not all the wonder that encircles us -
not all the mysteries that in us lie -
not all the memories that h a n g u p on
( the Echoes answer me, Not all!) )
P O E , the coliseum
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( I KNEEL, AN ALTERED AND AN HUMBLE M A N ,
AMID THY SHADOWS, AND SO DRINK WITHIN
MY VERY SOUL THY GRANDEUR, GLOOM, AND GLORY!
V A S T N E S S ! AND AGE! AND MEMORIES OF ELD!
SILENCE! AND DES O LATION! AND DIM NIGHT! )
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