The Attic Landscape

Tourist, spare the avid glance
That greedy roves the sight to see:
Little here of "Old Romance,"
Or Picturesque of Tivoli.

No flushful tint the sense to warm--
Pure outline pale, a linear charm.
The clear-cut hills carved temples face,
Respond, and share their sculptural grace.

'Tis Art and Nature lodged together,
Sister by sister, cheek to cheek;
Such Art, such Nature, and such weather
The All-in-All seems here a Greek.

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