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Olympias a replica of an ancient Athenian trireme of 480 B.C.
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stone random things in the lightning theif I forgot/enjoy too much not to share
-Percy was only at camp for 4 days before his first quest
-Grover is almost more of an environmentalist than he is in later books and brings that up often(love that for him)
- the previous camp beads are Thalia's pine tree, a Greek trireme on fire, a centaur in a prom dress and two others we don't hear about
- annabeth and Grover are a tiny bit taller after crustys waterbed palace
-charon has dark brown skin and bleached blonde hair
- despite spending the whole book trying to save her and his fatal flaw Percy makes the logical decision and chooses stopping a war instead of giving a pearl to his mother
-i know we all remember this but 12 YEAR OLD Percy+with ZERO training) beats ares in a fight
- he's been all over the news this whole time and the fact that he never gets recognised or confrotned by human police in later books is crazy
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Alabaster jolted when an explosion rocked the ground. His eyes snapped up to the fucking Greek Trireme hovering in the sky.
Shit, Annabeth.
His foot hit the shadow beside him and he sunk into it, appearing in the shadow the ship casted on the ground. It seemed to have blasted a hole in the parking lot, revealing a small room. His eyes found a statue in the corner. The Athena Parthenos. He focused on the ground inside the small room, his vision blurred with green and he was down there.
Huh, that Mist travel does come in handy.
“Beth!” She whirled around, stumbling due to the messy splint on her ankle, he rushed forwards and caught her before she could catch. “Oh my gods,” He murmured, looking over her quickly. “You’re okay?”
“Ankle’s a little messed up.” Annabeth responded, half sarcastically. “And a little shaken up, but I’m fine.” She sighed shakily, leaning against his side. “Especially with you.”
Alabaster looked back up at the statue. “You did it.”
“I did it.” She murmured. “But now what do we do with it? You can’t shadow travel with me and something that big.”
Before he could shoot back that he could, they just didn’t have anywhere to put it, a ladder fell from the ship. He tensed, shifting so Annabeth was partially behind him. She held her knife out in front of them. “First, we have them to deal with.” He hissed, tapping the card on his hip to summon his sword.
“Blowing a hole in the parking lot are they insane or something?” Annabeth muttered.
“Sounds about right.”
He scowled as a group made their way down the ladder. Two girls and three boys.
“Uh.” One of the girls murmured. She had choppy brown hair and eyes that seemed to change colours, vaguely reminding him of Silena Beauregard. “Who are you two?”
Alabaster scowled. “I should be asking you that.” He gestured up at the ship with his sword. “Fucks wrong with you? Blowing a hole in a parking lot?” He tilted his head towards Annabeth. “What if you’d killed her?”
“They’d probably be taking a one way trip to Hades, curtosy of you.” She mused.
He narrowed his eyes when the boy, one with blond hair, blue eyes and a scar on his lip, stepped forward. “Take another step. And you get hurt.” He hissed.
“I don’t think you could do that.” He murmured.
“Wanna bet?” Alabaster snapped.
“Let’s try not to murder anymore demigods.” Annabeth murmured. “I think the Olympians have enough reason to hate us, much less to kill one of their kids.”
“No fun.”
She rolled her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Please don’t commit more war crimes, Tory.”
Alabaster pursed his lips. “Fine.”
“Who are you?” Another boy asked. He was short with curly hair.
“Right back at you.” Annabeth murmured. “You’re the ones that blew a hole in the ground and disturbed my whole quest.”
The other girl blinked. “Your quest?”
She pointed at the Parthenos. “My quest.”
Alabaster vaguely registered another person coming down the ladder, but he kept his gaze trained on the group in front of him. “Who are you and why are you here?”
“Listen man, we’ve got an issue with giants and we-“
“Al? Annabeth?”
His head snapped towards the ladder. When his eyes landed on the teen getting off it, he felt any ounce of annoyance leaving his body. Annabeth gasped.
“Percy?”
He was standing there, raven hair longer and, naturally, messy. His eyes were different, mismatched. The right was the same sea green Alabaster remembered, the colour he’d fallen in love with just gazing at, but the left was the cold golden that reminded him of Kronos.
“Oh my gods.” He murmured, rushing forward. “I thought you two…” He shook his head, pulling them both into a hug. Annabeth exhaled shakily, burying her face in Percys shoulder to hide the tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
“Uh…Percy?”
The son of Poseidon didn’t respond, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around the other two demigods. Alabaster tucked his face in the crook of his boyfriends – were they still boyfriends? – neck and wrapped the arm not holding Annabeth around his waist.
“You’re okay.” He murmured.
“I’m okay.” Percy responded carefully. “I’m okay, Bast.”
A choked sob escaped Annabeth as she clung closer to Percy. “Never do that again.” She murmured. “You can’t leave me like that again.”
“No.” He whispered in response. “I won’t. I won’t.” Annabeth only nodded.
Alabaster sighed quietly, pulling his face away and eyeing Percy. “Hey Bast.” He murmured.
“Jackass.” He responded, smacking his arm. “You know how fucking stupid that stunt was?”
Percy laughed and Alabaster shook his head. He couldn’t stay annoyed at the son of Poseidon even if he tried.
“I love you.” Percys eyes softened at the words and he brought a hand up to cup Alabasters cheek, leaning their foreheads together.
“I love you too, Alabaster.” His eyes flickered to Annabeth and he poked her side, eliciting a quiet squeak from the daughter of Athena. “And I love you too, Annabeth.”
“Yeah you better.” She muttered. “Making us think you were dead.”
He laughed, smiling warmly at her. “In my defense I thought you two were dead.” He murmured.
Alabaster huffed. “Yeah because Olympus is full of assholes.”
Percy gave him a confused smile but before he could ask one of the others spoke.
“Oi, Jackson. You could, I dunno. Explain?”
His partner jolted looking over his shoulder. “Shit I forgot they were here.” He murmured, causing Annabeth to laugh.
“This is Annabeth, a daughter of Athena and Alabaster, a son of Hecate.” He explained. “These guys are Hazel, Frank and Jason, they’re Romans, Pluto, Mars and Jupiter. Then, Piper and Leo, Aphrodite and Hephaestus.” He smiled at the two of them. “Annie and Al are uh-“ He blinked, Alabaster noted the faint blush spreading on his cheeks.
“His partners.” Annabeth supplied. “We’re his partners.”
Alabaster snorted. “Yeah come on water boy. You embarrassed of us?”
“Well, not Annabeth.” Percy responded easily.
“Rude!”
Percy laughed, kissing his cheek. “You love me magic boy.”
“Wait so you had a boyfriend and a girlfriend this whole time?” The curly haired boy, Leo, asked. “And you didn’t tell us?”
“I thought they were dead.” Percy pointed out with a deadpan expression.
“Surprise, I guess.” Alabaster mused.
“Good surprise. I’m glad you’re not dead. Because if you were, I don’t know what I’d do with myself after this war was over.”
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Chapter - 25
(Ella's POV)
"Hey," I said, "I'm sorry for freaking out back at the water park, Perce."
"That's okay."
"It's just..." I shuddered. "Spiders."
"Why are you scared of them?" He asked.
"When I was six my mom locked me in a shed full of spiders as a punishment for breaking a plate by accident. Since then I hate those creepy things...but, I owe you one."
"That's harsh. But we're a team, right?" He said. "Besides, Grover did the fancy flying."
I thought he'd slept, but he mumbled, "I was pretty amazing, wasn’t I?" We all laughed.
I pulled apart an Oreo, handed him half, then handed another one to Annie.
"In the Iris message...Luke said something didn't he?"
He thought for a while. "He said that you, Annabeth & him went way back. He also said Grover wouldn't fail & nobody would turn into a pine tree." Grover let a mournful bray.
"I should’ve told you the truth at the start." His voice trembled. "I thought if you knew I was a failure, you wouldn’t want me along."
"You're the satyr who tried to rescue Thalia." He asked Grover.
"The other two demigods Thalia befriended, the ones who got safely to camp.." He looked at Annie. "That was you & Luke, wasn't it?"
"Like you said, Percy, a demigod wouldn't have made it, alone. Athena guided me. Thalia was twelve. Luke was fourteen. They both ran from home, like me. They took me with them. They were amazing fighters. We traveled without a plan, fending monsters for two weeks till Grover found us."
"I had to escort Thalia to camp," he said, sniffling. "Only Thalia. I had strict orders from Chiron: don't do anything that would slow the rescue. We knew Hades was after her, but I couldn't leave Luke & Annabeth. I thought... maybe I could lead all of them to safety. It's my fault the Kindly Ones caught up. I froze, got scared on the way to camp & took wrong turns. If I was a little quicker..."
"Stop it," I said. "I never blamed you. Thalia didn't blame you either."
"She sacrificed herself for us," he said, "It was my fault. The Council said so."
"Because you wouldn’t leave two other half-bloods behind?" Percy said. "That’s not fair."
"Percy's right," Annie said. "I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. Neither would Luke. I don't care what the council says."
Grover kept sniffling in the dark. "I’m the lamest satyr ever. I find three of the most powerful demigods Thalia, Nora & Percy."
"You're not lame," I insisted. "You've got more courage than any satyr to go into the Underworld. I bet Percy is really glad you're here right now." I nudged Percy.
"Yeah," he said. "It's not luck that you found us, Grover. You've got the biggest heart any satyr's ever had. You're a natural searcher. That's why you’ll find Pan."
I heard a deep, satisfied sigh then his breathing got heavier & turned to snoring.
"How does he do that?" Percy marveled.
"It's his special talent," I said. "But that was really a nice thing you told him."
"I meant it."
We rode in silence for few miles.
"The pine tree bead," Percy said. "Is that from your first year?" I looked at him.
"Yeah," I said. "Every August, the counselors pick an important event, & paint it on that year's beads. I’ve got Thalia's pine tree, a Greek trireme on fire, a centaur in a prom dress-that was a weird summer…."
I felt his gaze on me & turned to find him staring. I hadn't realized how close we were. He leaned closer & rested his forehead against mine with a sigh. I closed my eyes enjoying the moment but a muffled squeal interrupted us. We pulled away quickly.
"That is absolutely ad-or-ab-le!"
Percy blushed & I was pretty sure I did too.
"Shut up, Annie!"
"Sure, whatever. I'm off to sleep. You two should get some rest too."
"Good night, Ann."
"Night, Nora. Night Percy."
Pretty soon she was out like a light, snoring. I snuggled myself closer to Percy's side.
"So if the gods fight," he said, "things will line up the way they did with the Trojan War. It will be Zeus versus Poseidon right?"
"I don’t know what my dad will do. I just know I'll fight next to you."
"Why?" He asked me.
"Because you're my friend, Water Boy. Any more silly questions?"
I couldn't hear his reply because I'd fallen asleep, listening to his steady heartbeat.
I woke with a start.
Grover was shaking my shoulder. "The truck's stopped," he said. "We think they're coming to check on the animals."
"Hide!" Annabeth hissed.
She & I had it easy. She put her magic cap & vanished. I use my powers & turn invisible. The boys dove behind the feed sacks. I hoped they looked like turnips. The door opened.
"Man!" one of the truckers said, waving his hand in front of his ugly nose. "I wish I hauled appliances." He climbed in, pouring water from a jug into the dishes.
"You hot, big boy?" he asked the lion, then splashed the rest of the bucket right in the lion's face. The lion roared in indignation.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the man said.
The trucker threw the antelope a squashed Happy Meal bag. He smirked at the zebra.
"How ya doin', Stripes? We'll be getting rid of you this stop. You like magic shows? You're gonna love this. They'll saw you in half!"
I went outside still invisible & knocked on the side of the trailer. The trucker inside asked, "What'd you want, Eddie?"
The guy outside shouted back, "Maurice? What'd ya say?"
"What are you banging for?" 'Knock, knock, knock'. I was really enjoying this.
Eddie yelled, "What banging?"
The guy Maurice came outside, cursing at Eddie for being an idiot. I went back to the guys, Annie was already there. I said,
"This transport business can’t be legal."
"No kidding," Grover said. He listened. “The lion says the guys are animal smugglers! We’ve got to free them!"
Percy grabbed Riptide & cut the lock off the zebra’s cage. The zebra burst out. Grover held up his hands & said something to the zebra, like a blessing. Just as Maurice poked his head inside to check out the noise, the zebra leaped over him, onto the street.
There was yelling & cars honked. We rushed to the doors of the trailer in time to see the zebra galloping down a boulevard lined with hotels, casinos & neon signs. Maurice & Eddie ran after it, with policemen running after them, shouting, "Hey! You need a permit for that!"
"Now's a good time to leave," Annie said.
"The other animals first," Grover said.
Percy & I cut the locks with our swords. Grover said the same blessing he used for the zebra. Some tourists screamed. Most just backed off & took pictures, thinking it was some stunt by a casino.
"Will the animals be okay?" Percy asked Grover. "I mean, the desert & all-"
"Don’t worry," he said. "I placed a satyr’s sanctuary on them."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning they'll reach the wild safely," he said. "They’ll find water, food, shade, until they find a safe place to live."
"Why can’t you place a blessing like that on us?" Percy asked.
"It only works on wild animals."
"So it would only affect Percy," I reasoned.
“Hey!" He protested. Annie & I laughed.
"I'm kidding," I said.
"Come on. Let’s get out of this filthy truck." Annie said & we left the truck.
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“Egypt is difficult to enter”
Dan’el Kahn and Oded Tammuz, Egypt is difficult to enter: Invading Egypt - A Game Plan (seventh – fourth centuries BCE) JSSEA 36 (2009): 37-66
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Between the beginning of the seventh century BCE and the third century BCE Egypt was invaded about thirty times.These invasions are documented in many sources of varied genres, origins, languages, and points of view. The present study is an attempt to evaluate the complexity of the war over Egypt in the discussed period.
Invading Egypt is a complex problem that challenged military leaders in ancient times. Nature had endowed Egypt with many defenses. Over the years, man-made defenses were added to the natural ones. In spite of these difficulties, many leaders tried to invade Egypt. Some of them were tempted by the spoil of war; others were compelled to invade by Egypt’s own foreign policy that put their vital interests in danger.
In order to maximize their chances to succeed, prospective invaders had to put together an army larger and/or better trained and better equipped than that of the defender and to take into account all the obstacles both natural and manmade.
Once in Egypt the invader found himself (in most cases) in a war against the local ruler. The opposing sides in this war had entirely different objectives: the invader’s objective was a decisive victory over the defender. Tis includes: deci-sive victories in all field battles, the conquest of Memphis and, if needed, a pursuit after the Egyptian ruler southwards. Failing to achieve even one of these goals meant the failure of the entire campaign. On the contrary, all the defender had to do was to prevent the invader from achieving at least one of his goals. Achieving this, the defender compelled the invader to retreat. This dissimilarity dictated the tactics used by both sides: While the invader used (in most cases) brute force, the defender was inclined to use non-violent tactics as well.
During the period covered in this article one can observe, on the one hand, constant evolution in weapons, origin of the combatants and tactics, and on the other hand, abrupt changes that alter the balance of power between invaders and defenders. The evolution includes among others: The introduction of triremes, and later larger warships, the introduction of Greek and Carian mercenaries, and the use of elephants. The abrupt changes were the emergence of the Persian Empire and the upgrade of Egypt’s line of defense by Chabrias.
On line source with the whole paper https://www.academia.edu/240376/Dan_el_Kahn_and_Oded_Tammuz_Egypt_is_difcult_to_enter_Invading_Egypt_A_Game_Plan_seventh_fourth_centuries_BCE_JSSEA_36_2009_37_66
Dan’el Kahn and Oded Tammuz are Israeli historians of ancient Near East.
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A boat is a watercraft of a large range of sizes designed to float, plane, work or travel on water. Small boats are typically found on inland waterways such as rivers and lakes, or in sheltered coastal areas. However, some boats, such as the yacht, bulldozer, pontoon boat and catamaran, are designed for specific activities. The term boat is used in a number of ways, including: as a verb, to row (a boat); as a noun, a vessel designed for water transportation; and as an adjective, describe something related to or carried on a boat. There are many different types and classifications of boats, but some of the more common include: powerboats, sailing boats, fishing boats, canoes, rowboats, cruisers, and yacht. Boats have been used since the earliest times by humans for transportation and cargo-carrying. Archeological evidence suggests that early humans used boats for fishing and hunting as far back as 10,000 years ago. The first boats were probably nothing more than logs or tree trunks lashed together, but eventually, early cultures began constructing more sophisticated vessels using materials such as bark, reeds, and skins. The Egyptians were particularly skilled at boat-building, and they used boats extensively for transportation on the Nile River. Their boats were often decorated with lavish colors and carvings, and some even had enclosed cabins. The ancient Greeks also relied heavily on boats for transportation. They used boats to travel between the many islands of the Aegean Sea, and for warfare. The Greeks were also famous for their luxury pleasure boats, called triremes. These boats were lavishly decorated and used for racing and cruising. The Romans were another maritime culture that used boats extensively. They built a huge fleet of ships for warfare and trade. The Romans were also responsible for introducing the first boat designed for recreation, called the bireme. This boat was smaller and lighter than the war ships, and was used for pleasure cruising on the Mediterranean Sea. During the Middle Ages, boats were often used for warfare and exploration. The Vikings were particularly skilled boat-builders and warriors, and used their longboats to travel and raid far and wide. In the 15th century, the Chinese admiral Zheng He led a huge flotilla of Chinese ships on a seven-year journey to the Middle East and Africa. This journey was documented in the book The Travels of Marco Polo, and helped to inspire European exploration of the world by sea. Today, boats are used for a wide variety of purposes, from transportation and commerce, to recreation and sport. There are boats designed for nearly every activity, from speedboats and racing yachts, to fishing boats and canal barges. No matter what the purpose, boats remain an essential part of human culture and will continue to be so for centuries to come.
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Mount Pentelicus
Let every traveller hasten to reach the top of Mount Pentelicus. It is loftier than Snowdon; but it is only some twelve miles from Athens, a morning walk for the average hill-climber. In the hollow which seems to lie beneath our feet, as we gaze on the wonderful scene from the summit, the Acropolis, with the Parthenon and Propylaea portico, dominate the basin of Athens. It is easy to mark the Nyx where Themistocles and Pericles, Alcibiades and Demosthenes addressed the people; there is the agora where Socrates stood and questioned all who cared to answer; there is Mars’ Hill where Paul spoke to philosophers and idlers about the Unknown God.
One can almost make out the olive grove which still seems to mark the site of Plato’s Academy, and not far from it the knoll which marks Colon os, the birthplace of Sophocles, the scene of his exquisite drama of the exiled Oedipus. In the two hundred years that sever the age of Pisistratus from that of Demosthenes, what a harvest of genius in all forms of human power—in war, art, poetry, policy, philosophy — has been gathered from that little field, which from our mountain top looks like a few bare, barren, sunbaked acres ! What an outburst of human activity and invention in that dazzling light and purity of atmosphere, where, as their poet says, they passed their days ‘ in dainty delight, in most pellucid air,’ or as our own poet has said —
‘ Where, on the Mgean shore, a city stands Built nobly, pure the air and light the soil — ’
The atmosphere of Athens still seems to be light rather than air: its soil seems to be not earth, but the dust of white marble bulgaria trips.
Still standing on Pentelicus
Still standing on Pentelicus, we may see a little further Piraeus and the three ports beside the blue gulf, from whence some thousand fleets of triremes have set sail for all parts of the Mediterranean. And just across the thin streak of blue rises the island of Salamis. The water beneath it is the scene of the most famous sea-fight in history: beyond, the hills look down on the birthplace of Aischylus: in the distance rise up the crag of Acro- Corinth and the mountains of Argolis, Cithaeron, Helicon, Parnes, and Hymettus. To the west and south, half Greece can be outlined, or traced by its topmost peaks and distant islands. If we turn northwards, beneath our feet, an hour or two on foot below us, lies a quiet, drowsy plain along the sea-coast, sheltered by the vast ranges of Euboea.
That quiet, drowsy plain is Marathon, where Greeks first met the Mede in arms in the great day of the Athenian glory. The tumulus still to be seen was always known as the sepulcher of the Athenian warriors. Along the reedy shore Aischylus and his brothers fought in the desperate embarkation of the Persians. And in the northern distance we see the mountains which tower above Thermopylae. This union of magnificent scenery with so large a prospect over historic scenes, this vast panorama over the memorials of events commemorated in the greatest poetry and prose of the world, makes the view from Pentelicus live in the memory with that other prospect from the campanile of the Capitol at Rome.
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Mount Pentelicus
Let every traveller hasten to reach the top of Mount Pentelicus. It is loftier than Snowdon; but it is only some twelve miles from Athens, a morning walk for the average hill-climber. In the hollow which seems to lie beneath our feet, as we gaze on the wonderful scene from the summit, the Acropolis, with the Parthenon and Propylaea portico, dominate the basin of Athens. It is easy to mark the Nyx where Themistocles and Pericles, Alcibiades and Demosthenes addressed the people; there is the agora where Socrates stood and questioned all who cared to answer; there is Mars’ Hill where Paul spoke to philosophers and idlers about the Unknown God.
One can almost make out the olive grove which still seems to mark the site of Plato’s Academy, and not far from it the knoll which marks Colon os, the birthplace of Sophocles, the scene of his exquisite drama of the exiled Oedipus. In the two hundred years that sever the age of Pisistratus from that of Demosthenes, what a harvest of genius in all forms of human power—in war, art, poetry, policy, philosophy — has been gathered from that little field, which from our mountain top looks like a few bare, barren, sunbaked acres ! What an outburst of human activity and invention in that dazzling light and purity of atmosphere, where, as their poet says, they passed their days ‘ in dainty delight, in most pellucid air,’ or as our own poet has said —
‘ Where, on the Mgean shore, a city stands Built nobly, pure the air and light the soil — ’
The atmosphere of Athens still seems to be light rather than air: its soil seems to be not earth, but the dust of white marble bulgaria trips.
Still standing on Pentelicus
Still standing on Pentelicus, we may see a little further Piraeus and the three ports beside the blue gulf, from whence some thousand fleets of triremes have set sail for all parts of the Mediterranean. And just across the thin streak of blue rises the island of Salamis. The water beneath it is the scene of the most famous sea-fight in history: beyond, the hills look down on the birthplace of Aischylus: in the distance rise up the crag of Acro- Corinth and the mountains of Argolis, Cithaeron, Helicon, Parnes, and Hymettus. To the west and south, half Greece can be outlined, or traced by its topmost peaks and distant islands. If we turn northwards, beneath our feet, an hour or two on foot below us, lies a quiet, drowsy plain along the sea-coast, sheltered by the vast ranges of Euboea.
That quiet, drowsy plain is Marathon, where Greeks first met the Mede in arms in the great day of the Athenian glory. The tumulus still to be seen was always known as the sepulcher of the Athenian warriors. Along the reedy shore Aischylus and his brothers fought in the desperate embarkation of the Persians. And in the northern distance we see the mountains which tower above Thermopylae. This union of magnificent scenery with so large a prospect over historic scenes, this vast panorama over the memorials of events commemorated in the greatest poetry and prose of the world, makes the view from Pentelicus live in the memory with that other prospect from the campanile of the Capitol at Rome.
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Mount Pentelicus
Let every traveller hasten to reach the top of Mount Pentelicus. It is loftier than Snowdon; but it is only some twelve miles from Athens, a morning walk for the average hill-climber. In the hollow which seems to lie beneath our feet, as we gaze on the wonderful scene from the summit, the Acropolis, with the Parthenon and Propylaea portico, dominate the basin of Athens. It is easy to mark the Nyx where Themistocles and Pericles, Alcibiades and Demosthenes addressed the people; there is the agora where Socrates stood and questioned all who cared to answer; there is Mars’ Hill where Paul spoke to philosophers and idlers about the Unknown God.
One can almost make out the olive grove which still seems to mark the site of Plato’s Academy, and not far from it the knoll which marks Colon os, the birthplace of Sophocles, the scene of his exquisite drama of the exiled Oedipus. In the two hundred years that sever the age of Pisistratus from that of Demosthenes, what a harvest of genius in all forms of human power—in war, art, poetry, policy, philosophy — has been gathered from that little field, which from our mountain top looks like a few bare, barren, sunbaked acres ! What an outburst of human activity and invention in that dazzling light and purity of atmosphere, where, as their poet says, they passed their days ‘ in dainty delight, in most pellucid air,’ or as our own poet has said —
‘ Where, on the Mgean shore, a city stands Built nobly, pure the air and light the soil — ’
The atmosphere of Athens still seems to be light rather than air: its soil seems to be not earth, but the dust of white marble bulgaria trips.
Still standing on Pentelicus
Still standing on Pentelicus, we may see a little further Piraeus and the three ports beside the blue gulf, from whence some thousand fleets of triremes have set sail for all parts of the Mediterranean. And just across the thin streak of blue rises the island of Salamis. The water beneath it is the scene of the most famous sea-fight in history: beyond, the hills look down on the birthplace of Aischylus: in the distance rise up the crag of Acro- Corinth and the mountains of Argolis, Cithaeron, Helicon, Parnes, and Hymettus. To the west and south, half Greece can be outlined, or traced by its topmost peaks and distant islands. If we turn northwards, beneath our feet, an hour or two on foot below us, lies a quiet, drowsy plain along the sea-coast, sheltered by the vast ranges of Euboea.
That quiet, drowsy plain is Marathon, where Greeks first met the Mede in arms in the great day of the Athenian glory. The tumulus still to be seen was always known as the sepulcher of the Athenian warriors. Along the reedy shore Aischylus and his brothers fought in the desperate embarkation of the Persians. And in the northern distance we see the mountains which tower above Thermopylae. This union of magnificent scenery with so large a prospect over historic scenes, this vast panorama over the memorials of events commemorated in the greatest poetry and prose of the world, makes the view from Pentelicus live in the memory with that other prospect from the campanile of the Capitol at Rome.
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Mount Pentelicus
Let every traveller hasten to reach the top of Mount Pentelicus. It is loftier than Snowdon; but it is only some twelve miles from Athens, a morning walk for the average hill-climber. In the hollow which seems to lie beneath our feet, as we gaze on the wonderful scene from the summit, the Acropolis, with the Parthenon and Propylaea portico, dominate the basin of Athens. It is easy to mark the Nyx where Themistocles and Pericles, Alcibiades and Demosthenes addressed the people; there is the agora where Socrates stood and questioned all who cared to answer; there is Mars’ Hill where Paul spoke to philosophers and idlers about the Unknown God.
One can almost make out the olive grove which still seems to mark the site of Plato’s Academy, and not far from it the knoll which marks Colon os, the birthplace of Sophocles, the scene of his exquisite drama of the exiled Oedipus. In the two hundred years that sever the age of Pisistratus from that of Demosthenes, what a harvest of genius in all forms of human power—in war, art, poetry, policy, philosophy — has been gathered from that little field, which from our mountain top looks like a few bare, barren, sunbaked acres ! What an outburst of human activity and invention in that dazzling light and purity of atmosphere, where, as their poet says, they passed their days ‘ in dainty delight, in most pellucid air,’ or as our own poet has said —
‘ Where, on the Mgean shore, a city stands Built nobly, pure the air and light the soil — ’
The atmosphere of Athens still seems to be light rather than air: its soil seems to be not earth, but the dust of white marble bulgaria trips.
Still standing on Pentelicus
Still standing on Pentelicus, we may see a little further Piraeus and the three ports beside the blue gulf, from whence some thousand fleets of triremes have set sail for all parts of the Mediterranean. And just across the thin streak of blue rises the island of Salamis. The water beneath it is the scene of the most famous sea-fight in history: beyond, the hills look down on the birthplace of Aischylus: in the distance rise up the crag of Acro- Corinth and the mountains of Argolis, Cithaeron, Helicon, Parnes, and Hymettus. To the west and south, half Greece can be outlined, or traced by its topmost peaks and distant islands. If we turn northwards, beneath our feet, an hour or two on foot below us, lies a quiet, drowsy plain along the sea-coast, sheltered by the vast ranges of Euboea.
That quiet, drowsy plain is Marathon, where Greeks first met the Mede in arms in the great day of the Athenian glory. The tumulus still to be seen was always known as the sepulcher of the Athenian warriors. Along the reedy shore Aischylus and his brothers fought in the desperate embarkation of the Persians. And in the northern distance we see the mountains which tower above Thermopylae. This union of magnificent scenery with so large a prospect over historic scenes, this vast panorama over the memorials of events commemorated in the greatest poetry and prose of the world, makes the view from Pentelicus live in the memory with that other prospect from the campanile of the Capitol at Rome.
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Mount Pentelicus
Let every traveller hasten to reach the top of Mount Pentelicus. It is loftier than Snowdon; but it is only some twelve miles from Athens, a morning walk for the average hill-climber. In the hollow which seems to lie beneath our feet, as we gaze on the wonderful scene from the summit, the Acropolis, with the Parthenon and Propylaea portico, dominate the basin of Athens. It is easy to mark the Nyx where Themistocles and Pericles, Alcibiades and Demosthenes addressed the people; there is the agora where Socrates stood and questioned all who cared to answer; there is Mars’ Hill where Paul spoke to philosophers and idlers about the Unknown God.
One can almost make out the olive grove which still seems to mark the site of Plato’s Academy, and not far from it the knoll which marks Colon os, the birthplace of Sophocles, the scene of his exquisite drama of the exiled Oedipus. In the two hundred years that sever the age of Pisistratus from that of Demosthenes, what a harvest of genius in all forms of human power—in war, art, poetry, policy, philosophy — has been gathered from that little field, which from our mountain top looks like a few bare, barren, sunbaked acres ! What an outburst of human activity and invention in that dazzling light and purity of atmosphere, where, as their poet says, they passed their days ‘ in dainty delight, in most pellucid air,’ or as our own poet has said —
‘ Where, on the Mgean shore, a city stands Built nobly, pure the air and light the soil — ’
The atmosphere of Athens still seems to be light rather than air: its soil seems to be not earth, but the dust of white marble bulgaria trips.
Still standing on Pentelicus
Still standing on Pentelicus, we may see a little further Piraeus and the three ports beside the blue gulf, from whence some thousand fleets of triremes have set sail for all parts of the Mediterranean. And just across the thin streak of blue rises the island of Salamis. The water beneath it is the scene of the most famous sea-fight in history: beyond, the hills look down on the birthplace of Aischylus: in the distance rise up the crag of Acro- Corinth and the mountains of Argolis, Cithaeron, Helicon, Parnes, and Hymettus. To the west and south, half Greece can be outlined, or traced by its topmost peaks and distant islands. If we turn northwards, beneath our feet, an hour or two on foot below us, lies a quiet, drowsy plain along the sea-coast, sheltered by the vast ranges of Euboea.
That quiet, drowsy plain is Marathon, where Greeks first met the Mede in arms in the great day of the Athenian glory. The tumulus still to be seen was always known as the sepulcher of the Athenian warriors. Along the reedy shore Aischylus and his brothers fought in the desperate embarkation of the Persians. And in the northern distance we see the mountains which tower above Thermopylae. This union of magnificent scenery with so large a prospect over historic scenes, this vast panorama over the memorials of events commemorated in the greatest poetry and prose of the world, makes the view from Pentelicus live in the memory with that other prospect from the campanile of the Capitol at Rome.
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Mount Pentelicus
Let every traveller hasten to reach the top of Mount Pentelicus. It is loftier than Snowdon; but it is only some twelve miles from Athens, a morning walk for the average hill-climber. In the hollow which seems to lie beneath our feet, as we gaze on the wonderful scene from the summit, the Acropolis, with the Parthenon and Propylaea portico, dominate the basin of Athens. It is easy to mark the Nyx where Themistocles and Pericles, Alcibiades and Demosthenes addressed the people; there is the agora where Socrates stood and questioned all who cared to answer; there is Mars’ Hill where Paul spoke to philosophers and idlers about the Unknown God.
One can almost make out the olive grove which still seems to mark the site of Plato’s Academy, and not far from it the knoll which marks Colon os, the birthplace of Sophocles, the scene of his exquisite drama of the exiled Oedipus. In the two hundred years that sever the age of Pisistratus from that of Demosthenes, what a harvest of genius in all forms of human power—in war, art, poetry, policy, philosophy — has been gathered from that little field, which from our mountain top looks like a few bare, barren, sunbaked acres ! What an outburst of human activity and invention in that dazzling light and purity of atmosphere, where, as their poet says, they passed their days ‘ in dainty delight, in most pellucid air,’ or as our own poet has said —
‘ Where, on the Mgean shore, a city stands Built nobly, pure the air and light the soil — ’
The atmosphere of Athens still seems to be light rather than air: its soil seems to be not earth, but the dust of white marble bulgaria trips.
Still standing on Pentelicus
Still standing on Pentelicus, we may see a little further Piraeus and the three ports beside the blue gulf, from whence some thousand fleets of triremes have set sail for all parts of the Mediterranean. And just across the thin streak of blue rises the island of Salamis. The water beneath it is the scene of the most famous sea-fight in history: beyond, the hills look down on the birthplace of Aischylus: in the distance rise up the crag of Acro- Corinth and the mountains of Argolis, Cithaeron, Helicon, Parnes, and Hymettus. To the west and south, half Greece can be outlined, or traced by its topmost peaks and distant islands. If we turn northwards, beneath our feet, an hour or two on foot below us, lies a quiet, drowsy plain along the sea-coast, sheltered by the vast ranges of Euboea.
That quiet, drowsy plain is Marathon, where Greeks first met the Mede in arms in the great day of the Athenian glory. The tumulus still to be seen was always known as the sepulcher of the Athenian warriors. Along the reedy shore Aischylus and his brothers fought in the desperate embarkation of the Persians. And in the northern distance we see the mountains which tower above Thermopylae. This union of magnificent scenery with so large a prospect over historic scenes, this vast panorama over the memorials of events commemorated in the greatest poetry and prose of the world, makes the view from Pentelicus live in the memory with that other prospect from the campanile of the Capitol at Rome.
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Mount Pentelicus
Let every traveller hasten to reach the top of Mount Pentelicus. It is loftier than Snowdon; but it is only some twelve miles from Athens, a morning walk for the average hill-climber. In the hollow which seems to lie beneath our feet, as we gaze on the wonderful scene from the summit, the Acropolis, with the Parthenon and Propylaea portico, dominate the basin of Athens. It is easy to mark the Nyx where Themistocles and Pericles, Alcibiades and Demosthenes addressed the people; there is the agora where Socrates stood and questioned all who cared to answer; there is Mars’ Hill where Paul spoke to philosophers and idlers about the Unknown God.
One can almost make out the olive grove which still seems to mark the site of Plato’s Academy, and not far from it the knoll which marks Colon os, the birthplace of Sophocles, the scene of his exquisite drama of the exiled Oedipus. In the two hundred years that sever the age of Pisistratus from that of Demosthenes, what a harvest of genius in all forms of human power—in war, art, poetry, policy, philosophy — has been gathered from that little field, which from our mountain top looks like a few bare, barren, sunbaked acres ! What an outburst of human activity and invention in that dazzling light and purity of atmosphere, where, as their poet says, they passed their days ‘ in dainty delight, in most pellucid air,’ or as our own poet has said —
‘ Where, on the Mgean shore, a city stands Built nobly, pure the air and light the soil — ’
The atmosphere of Athens still seems to be light rather than air: its soil seems to be not earth, but the dust of white marble bulgaria trips.
Still standing on Pentelicus
Still standing on Pentelicus, we may see a little further Piraeus and the three ports beside the blue gulf, from whence some thousand fleets of triremes have set sail for all parts of the Mediterranean. And just across the thin streak of blue rises the island of Salamis. The water beneath it is the scene of the most famous sea-fight in history: beyond, the hills look down on the birthplace of Aischylus: in the distance rise up the crag of Acro- Corinth and the mountains of Argolis, Cithaeron, Helicon, Parnes, and Hymettus. To the west and south, half Greece can be outlined, or traced by its topmost peaks and distant islands. If we turn northwards, beneath our feet, an hour or two on foot below us, lies a quiet, drowsy plain along the sea-coast, sheltered by the vast ranges of Euboea.
That quiet, drowsy plain is Marathon, where Greeks first met the Mede in arms in the great day of the Athenian glory. The tumulus still to be seen was always known as the sepulcher of the Athenian warriors. Along the reedy shore Aischylus and his brothers fought in the desperate embarkation of the Persians. And in the northern distance we see the mountains which tower above Thermopylae. This union of magnificent scenery with so large a prospect over historic scenes, this vast panorama over the memorials of events commemorated in the greatest poetry and prose of the world, makes the view from Pentelicus live in the memory with that other prospect from the campanile of the Capitol at Rome.
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Mount Pentelicus
Let every traveller hasten to reach the top of Mount Pentelicus. It is loftier than Snowdon; but it is only some twelve miles from Athens, a morning walk for the average hill-climber. In the hollow which seems to lie beneath our feet, as we gaze on the wonderful scene from the summit, the Acropolis, with the Parthenon and Propylaea portico, dominate the basin of Athens. It is easy to mark the Nyx where Themistocles and Pericles, Alcibiades and Demosthenes addressed the people; there is the agora where Socrates stood and questioned all who cared to answer; there is Mars’ Hill where Paul spoke to philosophers and idlers about the Unknown God.
One can almost make out the olive grove which still seems to mark the site of Plato’s Academy, and not far from it the knoll which marks Colon os, the birthplace of Sophocles, the scene of his exquisite drama of the exiled Oedipus. In the two hundred years that sever the age of Pisistratus from that of Demosthenes, what a harvest of genius in all forms of human power—in war, art, poetry, policy, philosophy — has been gathered from that little field, which from our mountain top looks like a few bare, barren, sunbaked acres ! What an outburst of human activity and invention in that dazzling light and purity of atmosphere, where, as their poet says, they passed their days ‘ in dainty delight, in most pellucid air,’ or as our own poet has said —
‘ Where, on the Mgean shore, a city stands Built nobly, pure the air and light the soil — ’
The atmosphere of Athens still seems to be light rather than air: its soil seems to be not earth, but the dust of white marble bulgaria trips.
Still standing on Pentelicus
Still standing on Pentelicus, we may see a little further Piraeus and the three ports beside the blue gulf, from whence some thousand fleets of triremes have set sail for all parts of the Mediterranean. And just across the thin streak of blue rises the island of Salamis. The water beneath it is the scene of the most famous sea-fight in history: beyond, the hills look down on the birthplace of Aischylus: in the distance rise up the crag of Acro- Corinth and the mountains of Argolis, Cithaeron, Helicon, Parnes, and Hymettus. To the west and south, half Greece can be outlined, or traced by its topmost peaks and distant islands. If we turn northwards, beneath our feet, an hour or two on foot below us, lies a quiet, drowsy plain along the sea-coast, sheltered by the vast ranges of Euboea.
That quiet, drowsy plain is Marathon, where Greeks first met the Mede in arms in the great day of the Athenian glory. The tumulus still to be seen was always known as the sepulcher of the Athenian warriors. Along the reedy shore Aischylus and his brothers fought in the desperate embarkation of the Persians. And in the northern distance we see the mountains which tower above Thermopylae. This union of magnificent scenery with so large a prospect over historic scenes, this vast panorama over the memorials of events commemorated in the greatest poetry and prose of the world, makes the view from Pentelicus live in the memory with that other prospect from the campanile of the Capitol at Rome.
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