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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Recollection of the Arabian Nights</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free <br>In the silken sail of infancy, <br>The tide of time flow'd back with me, <br>The forward-flowing tide of time; <br>And many a sheeny summer-morn, <br>Adown the Tigris I was borne, <br>By Bagdat's shrines of fretted gold, <br>High-walled gardens green and old; <br>True Mussulman was I and sworn, <br> For it was in the golden prime <br> Of good Haroun Alraschid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anight my shallop, rustling thro' <br>The low and bloomed foliage, drove <br>The fragrant, glistening deeps, and clove <br>The citron-shadows in the blue: <br>By garden porches on the brim, <br>The costly doors flung open wide, <br>Gold glittering thro' lamplight dim, <br>And broider'd sofas on each side: <br> In sooth it was a goodly time, <br> For it was in the golden prime <br> Of good Haroun Alraschid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Often where clear-stemm'd platans guard <br>The outlet, did I turn away <br>The boat-head down a broad canal <br>From the main river sluiced, where all <br>The sloping of the moon-lit sward <br>Was damask-work, and deep inlay <br>Of braided blooms unmown, which crept <br>Adown to where the water slept. <br> A goodly place, a goodly time, <br> For it was in the golden prime <br> Of good Haroun Alraschid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A motion from the river won <br>Ridged the smooth level, bearing on <br>My shallop thro' the star-strown calm, <br>Until another night in night <br>I enter'd, from the clearer light, <br>Imbower'd vaults of pillar'd palm, <br>Imprisoning sweets, which, as they clomb <br>Heavenward, were stay'd beneath the dome <br> Of hollow boughs.--A goodly time, <br> For it was in the golden prime <br> Of good Haroun Alraschid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still onward; and the clear canal <br>Is rounded to as clear a lake. <br>From the green rivage many a fall <br>Of diamond rillets musical, <br>Thro' little crystal arches low <br>Down from the central fountain's flow <br>Fall'n silver-chiming, seemed to shake <br>The sparkling flints beneath the prow. <br> A goodly place, a goodly time, <br> For it was in the golden prime <br> Of good Haroun Alraschid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above thro' many a bowery turn <br>A walk with vary-colour'd shells <br>Wander'd engrain'd. On either side <br>All round about the fragrant marge <br>From fluted vase, and brazen urn <br>In order, eastern flowers large, <br>Some dropping low their crimson bells <br>Half-closed, and others studded wide <br> With disks and tiars, fed the time <br> With odour in the golden prime <br> Of good Haroun Alraschid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far off, and where the lemon grove <br>In closest coverture upsprung, <br>The living airs of middle night <br>Died round the bulbul as he sung; <br>Not he: but something which possess'd <br>The darkness of the world, delight, <br>Life, anguish, death, immortal love, <br>Ceasing not, mingled, unrepress'd, <br> Apart from place, withholding time, <br> But flattering the golden prime <br> Of good Haroun Alraschid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Black the garden-bowers and grots <br>Slumber'd: the solemn palms were ranged <br>Above, unwoo'd of summer wind: <br>A sudden splendour from behind <br>Flush'd all the leaves with rich gold-green, <br>And, flowing rapidly between <br>Their interspaces, counterchanged <br>The level lake with diamond-plots <br> Of dark and bright. A lovely time, <br> For it was in the golden prime <br> Of good Haroun Alraschid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark-blue the deep sphere overhead, <br>Distinct with vivid stars inlaid, <br>Grew darker from that under-flame: <br>So, leaping lightly from the boat, <br>With silver anchor left afloat, <br>In marvel whence that glory came <br>Upon me, as in sleep I sank <br>In cool soft turf upon the bank, <br> Entranced with that place and time, <br> So worthy of the golden prime <br> Of good Haroun Alraschid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thence thro' the garden I was drawn-- <br>A realm of pleasance, many a mound, <br>And many a shadow-chequer'd lawn <br>Full of the city's stilly sound, <br>And deep myrrh-thickets blowing round <br>The stately cedar, tamarisks, <br>Thick rosaries of scented thorn, <br>Tall orient shrubs, and obelisks <br> Graven with emblems of the time, <br> In honour of the golden prime <br> Of good Haroun Alraschid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With dazed vision unawares <br>From the long alley's latticed shade <br>Emerged, I came upon the great <br>Pavilion of the Caliphat. <br>Right to the carven cedarn doors, <br>Flung inward over spangled floors, <br>Broad-based flights of marble stairs <br>Ran up with golden balustrade, <br> After the fashion of the time, <br> And humour of the golden prime <br> Of good Haroun Alraschid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fourscore windows all alight <br>As with the quintessence of flame, <br>A million tapers flaring bright <br>From twisted silvers look'd to shame <br>The hollow-vaulted dark, and stream'd <br>Upon the mooned domes aloof <br>In inmost Bagdat, till there seem'd <br>Hundreds of crescents on the roof <br> Of night new-risen, that marvellous time <br> To celebrate the golden prime <br> Of good Haroun Alraschid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then stole I up, and trancedly <br>Gazed on the Persian girl alone, <br>Serene with argent-lidded eyes <br>Amorous, and lashes like to rays <br>Of darkness, and a brow of pearl <br>Tressed with redolent ebony, <br>In many a dark delicious curl, <br>Flowing beneath her rose-hued zone; <br> The sweetest lady of the time, <br> Well worthy of the golden prime <br> Of good Haroun Alraschid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Six columns, three on either side, <br>Pure silver, underpropt a rich <br>Throne of the massive ore, from which <br>Down-droop'd, in many a floating fold, <br>Engarlanded and diaper'd <br>With inwrought flowers, a cloth of gold. <br>Thereon, his deep eye laughter-stirr'd <br>With merriment of kingly pride, <br> Sole star of all that place and time, <br> I saw him--in his golden prime, <br> The good Haroun Alraschid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><div class=q>
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In the silken sail of infancy, 
The tide of time flow'd back with me, 
The forward-flowing tide of time; 
And many a sheeny summer-morn, 
Adown the Tigris I was borne, 
By Bagdat's shrines of fretted gol..."></div>
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