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Save where some solitary column189 mourns Above its prostrate brethren of the cave; 38.B. Save where Tritonia's190 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!"