The Girls' Book of Famous QueensFarmer, Lydia Hoyt
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The Girls' Book of Famous Queens
Farmer, Lydia Hoyt
Queens -- Biography -- Juvenile literature
Palmyra was laid out in shady avenues of luxuriant palm-trees, and
adorned on either side with magnificent structures of white marble, or
of stone equal in dazzling whiteness. Public gardens, groves, and woods
stretched beyond the limits of the city, far as the eye could reach;
and amidst these cool and green retreats, elegant villas of the rich
and luxurious Palmyrenes were scattered so thickly that Palmyra, the
Beautiful, the Palm Grove, seemed placed like a gem of matchless charms
in the red-gold setting of the desert sands.
Along the roads leading to the city, elephants, camels, and dromedaries
laden with merchandise, or gorgeously caparisoned, bearing some noted
personage, in strange and brilliant costume, added picturesque dashes
of varied color to the landscape.
Just without the walls of the city were the vast arches of the aqueduct
which supplied the inhabitants with a river of purest water.
The streets presented a never-ending scene of varied beauty. The
buildings of marble; the clean, paved streets; the frequent fountains
of water throwing into the perfumed air hundreds of gleaming jets;
temples, palaces, and gardens on every side, entranced the eye with
their alluring beauty. Arabian horses with jewelled housings, and
riders of noble rank; then anon a troop of royal cavalry, with clashing
arms and clanging trumpets; with a motley population of Palmyrenes,
Persians, Parthians, Arabians, Egyptians, Jews, and Romans, with their
varied costumes of glowing colors; here mounted on a camel; there
riding a stately elephant; some seated in chariots drawn by white
Arabian steeds of peerless beauty, caparisoned with gold and jewels if
their owners belonged to royal families,—all these objects fascinated
the gaze of the bewildered stranger and riveted the attention of the
lover of artistic effects.
Such was beautiful Palmyra in the time of its famous queen, Zenobia.
And not less dazzlingly beautiful is the fair queen herself, as she
rides through the streets of her royal city, where her adoring subjects
flock to do her homage.
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