LXXXVI.

Save where some solitary column[189] mourns Above its prostrate brethren of the cave;[38.B.] Save where Tritonia's[190] airy shrine adorns Colonna's cliff,[191] and gleams along the wave; Save o'er some warrior's half-forgotten grave, Where the gray stones and unmolested grass Ages, but not Oblivion, feebly brave; While strangers, only, not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh "Alas!"