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156 LXXXVI.

Save where some solitary column mourns

Above its prostrate brethren of the cave;N38

Save where Tritonia's airy shrine adorns

Colonna's cliff, 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!"

LXXXVII.

Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild;

Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields,