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THE ARABIAN NIGHTS.
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XI.
With dazéd vision unawares
From the long alley's latticed shade
Emerged, I came upon the great
Pavilion of the Caliphat,
Right to the carven cedarn doors,
Flung inward over spangled floors,
Broadbaséd flights of marble stairs
Ran up with golden balustrade,
After the fashion of the time,
And humour of the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.
With dazéd vision unawares
From the long alley's latticed shade
Emerged, I came upon the great
Pavilion of the Caliphat,
Right to the carven cedarn doors,
Flung inward over spangled floors,
Broadbaséd flights of marble stairs
Ran up with golden balustrade,
After the fashion of the time,
And humour of the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.
XII.
The fourscore windows all alight
As with the quintessence of flame,
A million tapers flaring bright
From wreathéd silvers looked to shame
The hollowvaulted dark, and streamed
Upon the moonéd domes aloof
The fourscore windows all alight
As with the quintessence of flame,
A million tapers flaring bright
From wreathéd silvers looked to shame
The hollowvaulted dark, and streamed
Upon the moonéd domes aloof
