The Near East. "Ancient Dalmatia, Greece and Constantinople"
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- Nombre de pages250
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- ISBN978-615-5565-78-6
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- Date de parution23/11/2024
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Résumé
What is the magic of pastoral Greece? What is it that gives to you a sensation of being gently released from the cares of life and the boredom of modern civilization, with its often unmeaning complications, its unnecessary luxuries, its noisy self-satisfactions? This is not the tremendous, the spectacular release of the desert, an almost savage tearing away of bonds. Nothing in the Greece I saw is savage; scarcely anything is spectacular.
But, oh, the bright simplicity of the life and the country along the way to Marathon! It was like an early world. One looked, and longed to live in those happy woods like the Turkish Gipsies. Could life offer anything better? The pines are small, exquisitely shaped, with foliage that looks almost as if it had been deftly arranged by a consummate artist. They curl over the slopes with a lightness almost of foam cresting a wave.
Their color is quite lovely. The ancient Egyptians had a love color: well, the little pine-trees of Greece are the color of happiness. You smile involuntarily when you see them. And when, descending among them, you are greeted by the shining of the brilliant-blue sea, which stretches along the edge of the plain of Marathon, you know radiance purged of fierceness. The road winds down among the pines till, at right angles to it, appears another road, or rough track just wide enough for a carriage.
This leads to a large mound which bars the way. Upon this mound a habitation was perched. It was raised high above the ground upon a sort of tripod of poles. It had yellow walls of wheat, and a roof and floor of brushwood and maize. A ladder gave access to it, and from it there was a wide outlook over the whole crescent-shaped plain of Marathon. This dwelling belonged to a guardian of the vineyards, and the mound is the tomb of those who died in the great battle.
PICTURESQUE DALMATIAChapter I: PICTURESQUE DALMATIAIN AND NEAR ATHENSChapter II: IN AND NEAR ATHENSTHE ENVIRONS OF ATHENSChapter III: THE ENVIRONS OF ATHENSDELPHI AND OLYMPIAChapter IV: DELPHI AND OLYMPIAIN CONSTANTINOPLEChapter V: IN CONSTANTINOPLESTAMBOUL, THE CITY OF MOSQUESChapter VI: STAMBOUL, THE CITY OF MOSQUE
But, oh, the bright simplicity of the life and the country along the way to Marathon! It was like an early world. One looked, and longed to live in those happy woods like the Turkish Gipsies. Could life offer anything better? The pines are small, exquisitely shaped, with foliage that looks almost as if it had been deftly arranged by a consummate artist. They curl over the slopes with a lightness almost of foam cresting a wave.
Their color is quite lovely. The ancient Egyptians had a love color: well, the little pine-trees of Greece are the color of happiness. You smile involuntarily when you see them. And when, descending among them, you are greeted by the shining of the brilliant-blue sea, which stretches along the edge of the plain of Marathon, you know radiance purged of fierceness. The road winds down among the pines till, at right angles to it, appears another road, or rough track just wide enough for a carriage.
This leads to a large mound which bars the way. Upon this mound a habitation was perched. It was raised high above the ground upon a sort of tripod of poles. It had yellow walls of wheat, and a roof and floor of brushwood and maize. A ladder gave access to it, and from it there was a wide outlook over the whole crescent-shaped plain of Marathon. This dwelling belonged to a guardian of the vineyards, and the mound is the tomb of those who died in the great battle.
PICTURESQUE DALMATIAChapter I: PICTURESQUE DALMATIAIN AND NEAR ATHENSChapter II: IN AND NEAR ATHENSTHE ENVIRONS OF ATHENSChapter III: THE ENVIRONS OF ATHENSDELPHI AND OLYMPIAChapter IV: DELPHI AND OLYMPIAIN CONSTANTINOPLEChapter V: IN CONSTANTINOPLESTAMBOUL, THE CITY OF MOSQUESChapter VI: STAMBOUL, THE CITY OF MOSQUE
What is the magic of pastoral Greece? What is it that gives to you a sensation of being gently released from the cares of life and the boredom of modern civilization, with its often unmeaning complications, its unnecessary luxuries, its noisy self-satisfactions? This is not the tremendous, the spectacular release of the desert, an almost savage tearing away of bonds. Nothing in the Greece I saw is savage; scarcely anything is spectacular.
But, oh, the bright simplicity of the life and the country along the way to Marathon! It was like an early world. One looked, and longed to live in those happy woods like the Turkish Gipsies. Could life offer anything better? The pines are small, exquisitely shaped, with foliage that looks almost as if it had been deftly arranged by a consummate artist. They curl over the slopes with a lightness almost of foam cresting a wave.
Their color is quite lovely. The ancient Egyptians had a love color: well, the little pine-trees of Greece are the color of happiness. You smile involuntarily when you see them. And when, descending among them, you are greeted by the shining of the brilliant-blue sea, which stretches along the edge of the plain of Marathon, you know radiance purged of fierceness. The road winds down among the pines till, at right angles to it, appears another road, or rough track just wide enough for a carriage.
This leads to a large mound which bars the way. Upon this mound a habitation was perched. It was raised high above the ground upon a sort of tripod of poles. It had yellow walls of wheat, and a roof and floor of brushwood and maize. A ladder gave access to it, and from it there was a wide outlook over the whole crescent-shaped plain of Marathon. This dwelling belonged to a guardian of the vineyards, and the mound is the tomb of those who died in the great battle.
PICTURESQUE DALMATIAChapter I: PICTURESQUE DALMATIAIN AND NEAR ATHENSChapter II: IN AND NEAR ATHENSTHE ENVIRONS OF ATHENSChapter III: THE ENVIRONS OF ATHENSDELPHI AND OLYMPIAChapter IV: DELPHI AND OLYMPIAIN CONSTANTINOPLEChapter V: IN CONSTANTINOPLESTAMBOUL, THE CITY OF MOSQUESChapter VI: STAMBOUL, THE CITY OF MOSQUE
But, oh, the bright simplicity of the life and the country along the way to Marathon! It was like an early world. One looked, and longed to live in those happy woods like the Turkish Gipsies. Could life offer anything better? The pines are small, exquisitely shaped, with foliage that looks almost as if it had been deftly arranged by a consummate artist. They curl over the slopes with a lightness almost of foam cresting a wave.
Their color is quite lovely. The ancient Egyptians had a love color: well, the little pine-trees of Greece are the color of happiness. You smile involuntarily when you see them. And when, descending among them, you are greeted by the shining of the brilliant-blue sea, which stretches along the edge of the plain of Marathon, you know radiance purged of fierceness. The road winds down among the pines till, at right angles to it, appears another road, or rough track just wide enough for a carriage.
This leads to a large mound which bars the way. Upon this mound a habitation was perched. It was raised high above the ground upon a sort of tripod of poles. It had yellow walls of wheat, and a roof and floor of brushwood and maize. A ladder gave access to it, and from it there was a wide outlook over the whole crescent-shaped plain of Marathon. This dwelling belonged to a guardian of the vineyards, and the mound is the tomb of those who died in the great battle.
PICTURESQUE DALMATIAChapter I: PICTURESQUE DALMATIAIN AND NEAR ATHENSChapter II: IN AND NEAR ATHENSTHE ENVIRONS OF ATHENSChapter III: THE ENVIRONS OF ATHENSDELPHI AND OLYMPIAChapter IV: DELPHI AND OLYMPIAIN CONSTANTINOPLEChapter V: IN CONSTANTINOPLESTAMBOUL, THE CITY OF MOSQUESChapter VI: STAMBOUL, THE CITY OF MOSQUE
