in lord of tartary poem there is beem of mankind how?
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In this poem the poet imagines himself the sole owner of a rich and fertile territory where every desirable item is available. He will live in a palace furnished with luxurious items of furniture like ivory bed and golden throne. Beautiful peacock swill spread their wings and will decorate his court. There will be tigers in the forests of his imaginary land. Fishes would swim in the ponds and their shining bodies will enhance the beauty. He will live like a great king. The announcement of royal meal-times will be made by the trumpeters. In the evening multi-colored lamps will be lighted to increase the splendor of royal palace. They will shine in yellow and red colors. The music of different instruments like harp, flute and mandolin will be enchanting. He will wear robes of unknown value as they will be decorated with diamonds and precious stones. Before the appearance of dawn he will wear his martial dress and equip himself with ”the arms to go out of palace in the carriage drawn by seven zebras. This territory will be full of natural gifts, i.e.,God’s blessings in the form of high mountains, thick forests and fertile valleys flowing with rivers of fresh water. He will be the owner of all these things. The valleys and mountains will produce agricultural and fruit varieties in abundance.The fragrant breeze will make the atmosphere extremely pleasant. The lakes, sea sand chirping birds will fly from tree to tree and will increase the charm of the land.So he will be the sovereign of such land. Thus in this manner the poet associates himself with great kings and monarchs of the past I through great pomp and show. Resonantly his servants and general public will be overawed with his extraordinary riches.
Explanation:
If I were Lord of Tartary,
Myself, and me alone,
My bed should be of ivory,
Of beaten gold my throne;
And in my court should peacocks flaunt,
And in my forests tigers haunt,
And in my pools great fishes slant
Their fins athwart the sun.
If I were Lord of Tartary,
Trumpeters every day
To all my meals should summon me,
And in my courtyards bray;
And in the evening lamps should shine,
Yellow as honey, red as wine,
While harp, and flute, and mandoline
Made music sweet and gay.
if I were Lord of Tartary,
I'd wear a robe of beads,
White, and gold, and green they'd be --
And small and thick as seeds;
And ere should wane the morning star,
I'd don my robe and scimitar.
And zebras seven should draw my car
Through Tartary's dark gleades.
Lord of the fruits of Tartary.
Her rivers silver-pale!
Lord of the hills of Tartary.
Glen, thicket, wood, and dale!
Her flashing stars, her scented breeze,
Her trembling lakes, like foamless seas,
Her bird-delighting citron-trees,
In every purple vale!