"O Cæsar, we who are about to die
Salute you!" was the gladiators' cry
In the arena, standing face to face
With death and with the Roman populace.
O ye familiar scenes,--ye groves of pine,
That once were mine and are no longer mine,--
Thou river, widening through the meadows green
To the vast sea, so near and yet unseen,--
Ye halls, in whose seclusion and repose |
Phantoms of fame, like exhalations, rose
And vanished,--we who are about to die,
Salute you; earth and air and sea and sky,
And the Imperial Sun that scatters down
His sovereign splendors upon grove and town.
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| - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
News
11/14/2008 2:52:56 PM
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Hi Mooskateers...
I hope everyone is preparing their bellies for the Feasting and Merriment of the upcoming Holiday Season! I plan to coerce our Parlor Trickster to help me with a fun Guild Event for late December! Maybe with Hot Chocolate, Cookies and Presents!!
Please remember to /join the Allied Chat Channel in-game. Make some new friends and catch up with old ones! Please ask in-game for channel information!
/hugz to all!
~Atro~
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