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122 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Through city and desert my mates and I
Were free to rove and roam, Our diapered canopy the deep of the sky
Or the roof of the palace dome — Oh ! ours was that vivid life to and fro
Which only sloth derides — Men spent Life so, long, long ago,
In the time of the Barmecides; Men spent Life so, long, long ago,
In the time of the Barmecides. |
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I see rich Bagdad once again,
With its turrets of Moorish mold, And the Kailif's twice five hundred men
Whose binishes flamed with gold; I call up many a gorgeous show
Which the Pall of Oblivion hides — All passed like snow, long, long ago,
With the time of the Barmecides; All passed like snow, long, long ago,
With the time of the Barmecides.
But mine eye is dim, and my beard is gray,
And I bend with the weight of years — . May I soon go down to the House of Clay,
Where slumber my Youth's compeers ! ■ For with them and the Past, though the thought wakes woe,
My memory ever abides; And I mourn for the times gone long ago —
For the times of the Barmecides ! I mourn for the times gone long ago,
For the times of the Barmecides. |
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