READ THE NOTE AT THE END!!!!!!!!!!
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!
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 Judean king Taught in the gardens of Gethsemane! O charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee Ever drew down from out the quiet stars!
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, specter-like, unto his marble home, Lit by the wan light of the horned moon, The swift and silent lizard of the stones!
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 gray stones – are they all – All of the famed, and the colossal left By the corrosive Hours of Fates and me?
"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 Agamemnon 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."
The Coliseum Edgar Allen Poe
Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
The alarm woke up the sleeping teen. The teen glared at it and fumbled with the blankets on the bed to get his hands free to turn it off. He hit the off button, fell back and groaned.
* Why does school have to start so early? Seven is not an hour I even want to think about. * ** Then don't. Get up and get dressed for school. ** * Okay, drill sergeant, I will. Great, the uniforms are even worse than last year's.* ** At least they're not tight. ** * Shut up. With your comments you may jinx it. * ** Are we superstitious? ** * No, your comments are usually come true. * ** Well look. I do not think the uniform changed over night. **
He looked into the bathroom. The hideous garment was still hanging on the closet door and was still as ugly as ever. Who would design a school uniform for a guy in pink and yellow? He nearly gagged again. The jacket was the bad part of the uniform. It was made of a pale yellow fabric and was designed like a gentlemen's coat for the Victorian Era. In the pocket of the jacket was a pale pink handkerchief. The rest of the uniform was not all that bad. Under the coat there was simple white dress shirt and the pants were strait cut and black. He sighed and walked into the bathroom to get ready.
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Well I don't know a title for this story yet.
A friend of mine wrote a poem that inspired this story (you may see it later). I need to work on the story lines of my other stories. Oh well. Review if you want to know the plot.
I WILL NOT UPDATE UNTIL I HAVE 5 REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!! So please review.
Oh let me know if there are any people you want in this story. I will try to figure them in and two of the pairs are already set.
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!
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 Judean king Taught in the gardens of Gethsemane! O charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee Ever drew down from out the quiet stars!
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, specter-like, unto his marble home, Lit by the wan light of the horned moon, The swift and silent lizard of the stones!
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 gray stones – are they all – All of the famed, and the colossal left By the corrosive Hours of Fates and me?
"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 Agamemnon 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."
The Coliseum Edgar Allen Poe
Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
The alarm woke up the sleeping teen. The teen glared at it and fumbled with the blankets on the bed to get his hands free to turn it off. He hit the off button, fell back and groaned.
* Why does school have to start so early? Seven is not an hour I even want to think about. * ** Then don't. Get up and get dressed for school. ** * Okay, drill sergeant, I will. Great, the uniforms are even worse than last year's.* ** At least they're not tight. ** * Shut up. With your comments you may jinx it. * ** Are we superstitious? ** * No, your comments are usually come true. * ** Well look. I do not think the uniform changed over night. **
He looked into the bathroom. The hideous garment was still hanging on the closet door and was still as ugly as ever. Who would design a school uniform for a guy in pink and yellow? He nearly gagged again. The jacket was the bad part of the uniform. It was made of a pale yellow fabric and was designed like a gentlemen's coat for the Victorian Era. In the pocket of the jacket was a pale pink handkerchief. The rest of the uniform was not all that bad. Under the coat there was simple white dress shirt and the pants were strait cut and black. He sighed and walked into the bathroom to get ready.
~~~~~``````````*********``````````~~~~~
Well I don't know a title for this story yet.
A friend of mine wrote a poem that inspired this story (you may see it later). I need to work on the story lines of my other stories. Oh well. Review if you want to know the plot.
I WILL NOT UPDATE UNTIL I HAVE 5 REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!! So please review.
Oh let me know if there are any people you want in this story. I will try to figure them in and two of the pairs are already set.