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Nor where the family of Greece
Hymn’d Eleutherian Jove.
Here studding azure tablatures
And ray’d with feeble light,
Star-like the ruby and the diamond shone:
Here on the golden towers
The yellow moon-beam lay,
Here with white splendour floods the silver wall.
Less wonderous pile and less magnificent
Sennamar built at Hirah, though his art
Seal’d with one stone the ample edifice,
And made its colours, like the serpent’s skin,
Play with a changeful beauty: him, its Lord,
Jealous lest after effort might surpass
The now unequall’d palace, from its height
Dash’d on the pavement down.
Hymn’d Eleutherian Jove.
Here studding azure tablatures
And ray’d with feeble light,
Star-like the ruby and the diamond shone:
Here on the golden towers
The yellow moon-beam lay,
Here with white splendour floods the silver wall.
Less wonderous pile and less magnificent
Sennamar built at Hirah, though his art
Seal’d with one stone the ample edifice,
And made its colours, like the serpent’s skin,
Play with a changeful beauty: him, its Lord,
Jealous lest after effort might surpass
The now unequall’d palace, from its height
Dash’d on the pavement down.
They enter’d, and through aromatic paths
Wondering they went along.
At length, upon a mossy bank,
Beneath a tall mimosa’s shade,
Which o’er him bent its living canopy,
They saw a man reclin’d.
Wondering they went along.
At length, upon a mossy bank,
Beneath a tall mimosa’s shade,
Which o’er him bent its living canopy,
They saw a man reclin’d.
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