Peacock Palace

Peacock Palace

For everything seemed resting on his nod, As they could
read in all eyes.
Now to them, Who were accustomed, as a sort of god,
To see the sultan, rich in many a gem,
Like an imperial peacock stalk abroad
(That royal bird, whose tail's a diadem)
With all the pomp of power, it was a doubt
How power could condescend to do without. - Lord Byron

by Emma Rose
40 x 80cm . Indian Inks and acrylics on canvas
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Peacock Palace

For everything seemed resting on his nod, As they could
read in all eyes.
Now to them, Who were accustomed, as a sort of god,
To see the sultan, rich in many a gem,
Like an imperial peacock stalk abroad
(That royal bird, whose tail's a diadem)
With all the pomp of power, it was a doubt
How power could condescend to do without. - Lord Byron

by Emma Rose
40 x 80cm . Indian Inks and acrylics on canvas
Ref:
Date:
Location:
Photographer: