Full swiftly Harold wends his lonely way[cj] [69]

Where proud Sevilla triumphs unsubdued:[ck]

Yet is she free? the Spoiler's wished-for prey!

Soon, soon shall Conquest's fiery foot intrude,

Blackening her lovely domes with traces rude.

Inevitable hour! 'Gainst fate to strive

Where Desolation plants her famished brood

Is vain, or Ilion, Tyre might yet survive,

And Virtue vanquish all, and Murder cease to thrive