"Not all," — the echoes answer me; "not all : Prophetic sounds, and loud, arise forever From us, and from all ruin, unto the wise, As in old days from Memnon to the sun. We rule the hearts of mightiest men: — we rule With a despotic sway all giant minds. We are not desolate — 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 now and ever, And clothe us in a robe of more than glory." excerpt from "The Coliseum" Oct 26, 1833 Exactly 170 years ago TODAY!