Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 429 - Volume 17, New Series, March 20, 1852 by Various
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Through vineyards from some inland bay.'
Yet about this sea, which should have kindled his imagination and inspired his genius, this thankless bard poetises in a vein such as a London citizen, some half-century back, might have indulged in after a long, tedious, 'squally' voyage in an overladen Margate hoy. No such spirit possessed him as that which dictated poor Campbell's noble apostrophe to the glorious 'world of waters:' ---- 'Earth has not a plain So boundless or so beautiful as thine; The eagle's vision cannot take it in; The lightning's glance, too weak to sweep its space, Sinks half-way o'er it, like a wearied bird: It is the mirror of the stars, where all Their hosts within the concave firmament, Gay marching to the music of the spheres, Can see themselves at once.' Horace, indeed, has sung the praises of Tarentum--that beautiful maritime city of the Calabrian Gulf, whose attractions were such as to make _the delights of Tarentum_ a common proverbial expression. But what were these delights as celebrated by our poet?--the perfection of its honey, the excellence of its olives, the abundance of its grapes, its lengthened spring and temperate winter. For these, its merits, did Horace prefer, as he tells us, Tarentum to every other spot on the wide earth--his beloved Tibur only and ever excepted. In truth, Horace valued and visited the sea-side only in winter, and then simply because its climate was milder than that to be met with inland, and |
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