Blazing Colisseum
“On the arena void, seats crushed, walls bowed, And galleries, where my steps seem echoes strangely loud. A ruin,—yet what ruin! from its mass Walls, palaces, half-cities, have been reared.”
Lord Byron
“On the arena void, seats crushed, walls bowed, And galleries, where my steps seem echoes strangely loud. A ruin,—yet what ruin! from its mass Walls, palaces, half-cities, have been reared.”
Lord Byron