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.
As that dark image o’er me glooms,
My heart sinks heavy in my breast;