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CANTO IV.] And Corinth on the left; I lay reclined

Along the prow, and saw all these unite

In ruin—even as he had seen the desolate sight;

XLV.

For Time hath not rebuilt them, but upreared

Barbaric dwellings on their shattered site,

Which only make more mourned and more endeared

The few last rays of their far-scattered light,

And the crushed relics of their vanished might.

The Roman saw these tombs in his own age,

These sepulchres of cities, which excite

Sad wonder, and his yet surviving page

The moral lesson bears, drawn from such pilgrimage.

XLVI.

That page is now before me, and on mine

His Country's ruin added to the mass

Of perished states he mourned in their decline,

And I in desolation: all that was

Of then destruction is; and now, alas!

Rome—Rome imperial, bows her to the storm,