LXXX.

The Goth, the Christian--Time--War--Flood, and Fire,[460] Have dealt upon the seven-hilled City's pride; She saw her glories star by star expire,[nn] And up the steep barbarian Monarchs ride, Where the car climbed the Capitol;[461] far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site: Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, "here was, or is," where all is doubly night?