On The Ruin of the Barmecides

On The Ruin of the Barmecides

ON THE

RUIN OF THE BARMECIDES.

NO, Barmec! time hath never shown
So sad a change of wayward fate;
Nor sorrowing mortals ever known
A grief so true, a loss so great.

Spouse of the world! thy soothing breast
Did balm to every woe afford;
And now, no more by thee caressed,
The widowed world bewails her lord.

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