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188 He rears, and dares eternal call, Throws over with a blast! Today the traveller, as he roves Along the Tiber, has to trace Through ruins, where that was high Jove's Triumphant city had its place! The plough breaks up the fruitful mould, The sacred relics now we see Of Herculaneum that enfold, As in a darksome tomb! If be Pompeii's walls still standing, yet Are their foundations undermined By age, and as the rude winds threat, They tremble to their fall inclined. Thus in my youth I saw the tower Of the superb Alhambra lower, Broken, and imminent appal The Douro threatening with its fall. Each rapid moment of my life Hasten'd the term with ruin rife; And of the Alcazar's sovereign pride, Where once the Moorish power enchain'd Their fame as left to ages wide, Mine eyes may soon not find descried Its ruins ev'n remain'd.