. St. Nicholas [serial] . that befellAt the end of the journey, I really cant tell, «9°S-] THE FISHER-BOY OF THE EUPHRATES. 719 For the time, if we tried it, would fail us. He played for the king, and right merrily, too; Each room in the palace was big as a church, Yet—I know you will hardly believe it is trueAnd although for a window in vain you might That he had, with all this, search, There were portals a score,And beside every doorSuch a great winged bull as delighted of yoreThe mighty King Sardanapalus. Here little Tiglates, the fisher unknown,They dressed up in silks of an exquisite tone
. St. Nicholas [serial] . that befellAt the end of the journey, I really cant tell, «9°S-] THE FISHER-BOY OF THE EUPHRATES. 719 For the time, if we tried it, would fail us. He played for the king, and right merrily, too; Each room in the palace was big as a church, Yet—I know you will hardly believe it is trueAnd although for a window in vain you might That he had, with all this, search, There were portals a score,And beside every doorSuch a great winged bull as delighted of yoreThe mighty King Sardanapalus. Here little Tiglates, the fisher unknown,They dressed up in silks of an exquisite tone,Perfumed with Assyrian eau-de-cologne, The presumption to missA low hut by the river, while tasting the blissOf a feast in his Majestys arbor! But for halls that were splendid and bulls that were big,If the truth must be spoken, he cared not a fig,Nor for garments of tints that were Tyrian; And embroidered with sphinx and with He wanted his mother, be wanted his home,griffin; He wanted the dear muddy marshes to roam,. SUCH A GREAT WINGED BULL AS DELIGHTED OK YORE THE MIGHTY KING SARDANAPALUS. They fed him with locusts (you would nt like that!),Pomegranates, pineapples, and partridges fat;They showed him the queen,Who, majestic of mien,Could nt move (so I judge from the picturesI ve seen)For the jewels her garments were stiff in! They showed him the gardens, the pride of the world ;They had all his ringlets exquisitely curledBy a fine Babylonian barber. And the reeds by the streamJust a beautiful dreamHad begun, ere the first day was ended, to seemTo the poor little homesick Assyrian. And when, at the close of the banquet, the king,Who a boon to this gem of a piper would fling,Your wish?—it is yours, by the seal on myring !Cried aloud to the waiting Tiglates,The heart of the boy overflowed like the tide: Oh, your Majestys pardon ! (he kneeled ashe cried,) 720 THE FISHER-BOY OF THE EUPHRATES. I have but one wish,— And went speeding away in a chariot proud To go back to m
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