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!"