“The merry Grecian coaster cameFreighted with amber grapes, and Chian wine,Green bursting figs, and tunnies steeped in brine—”
“The merry Grecian coaster cameFreighted with amber grapes, and Chian wine,Green bursting figs, and tunnies steeped in brine—”
“The merry Grecian coaster cameFreighted with amber grapes, and Chian wine,Green bursting figs, and tunnies steeped in brine—”
“The merry Grecian coaster came
Freighted with amber grapes, and Chian wine,
Green bursting figs, and tunnies steeped in brine—”
anchoring almost under the shadow of the great fane of the Lord of the Waters; and here, when his cargo was discharged, he went up to offer sacrifices and thanks to the Sea-god of Poseidonia, and
“Hung his sea-drenched garments on the wall,”
“Hung his sea-drenched garments on the wall,”
“Hung his sea-drenched garments on the wall,”
and prayed for skill to outwit his fellows in trade; for fair winds to blow him once more to Greece.
Besides the temple of Neptune there was, of course, the enormous Basilica, and a so-called temple of Ceres, and some Roman fragments, but these were so much less interesting than the golden-pillared shrine of the Trident God, that the rest of the time was spent in looking vainly and wistfully for Pæstum’s famous rose gardens, of which not even the smallest bud remained, and then Berliet gathered them up, and went in search of the Station of La Cava.