Who trace the high patrician’s dome,
The bard’s retreat, the hero’s home?
When moss-clad wrecks alone record
There dwelt the world’s departed lord,
In scenes where verdure’s rich array
Still sheds young beauty o’er decay,
And sunshine on each glowing hill
Midst ruins finds a dwelling still.
Sunk is thy palace—but thy tomb,
Hadrian! hath shared a prouder doom.[106]