Historic buildings : $b as seen and described by great writers
History
Historic buildings : $b as seen and described by great writers
Architecture -- History; Art -- Study and teaching; Historic buildings
But now go on to the palace. It has been battered and sacked--the
Jats of Bhurtpur carried away the precious stones from the walls; but
through the restorations you can dream of some of its delights when it
held the houris of Shah Jehan. Dream this and it is all enchantment;
you have arrived at last--at last, after so many years, after so many
leagues--in the dear country of your earliest dreams, and the Arabian
nights are come to life. Under this pillared hall the ambassadors
of Shiraz and Samarkand are making their obeisance and displaying
rich gifts. Above, in the marble alcove festooned with flowers and
tendrils in pietra dura, reclines the Sultan of the Indies on a couch
of white marble. Up the stairs--and here, enclosed by a colonnade of
two storeys, is the fish-pond; on the upper terrace under that canopy,
which is one block of creamy marble embossed with flowers, sits the
lovely favourite Schemselnihar, and makes believe to angle. She rises
and follows the other lights of the harem into the little square court
and portico that miniature the great Pearl Mosque without. But some of
the beauties turn aside to the gallery, where, below, is an enclosed
bazaar; handsome young merchants of Baghdad tempt them with silks and
brocades--and with looks that sigh and languish. They had best be
prudent: eyes as fathomless as theirs have grown dim in the dungeons
under the terraces, below the water. From lust to cruelty is only a
step; and when the Sultan raised the marble and the gems he sank the
dungeon, remote in a labyrinth of tunnels. Across it is a beam with a
noose for soft necks and a shoot for frail bodies that tumbles them
into the Jumna.
The Sultan has risen from his audience: he walks round the terrace,
through the delicious Hall of Private Audience, whose walls are marble,
whose pillars are festooned with creepers in agate and jasper, jade and
cornelian, whose ends are profound and graceful recesses, half-arch,
half-dome. He passes to the heavy slab of the black marble throne on
the riverside brink of the quadrangle; in the pit below they let out
buffaloes and tigers to fight before him; on the white seat behind him
sits the court jester to make him merry.
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