A Day in Old Athens; a Picture of Athenian LifeDavis, William Stearns
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A Day in Old Athens; a Picture of Athenian Life
Davis, William Stearns
Athens (Greece) -- Social life and customs
The Acropolis dominates the plain of Athens. All the city seems to
adjust itself to the base of its holy citadel. It lifts itself as
tawny limestone rock rising about 190 feet above the adjacent level of
the town.[*] In form it is an irregular oval with its axis west and
east. It is about 950 feet long and 450 feet at its greatest breadth.
On every side but the west the precipice falls away sheer and defiant,
rendering a feeble garrison able to battle with myriads.[+] To the
westward, however, the gradual slope makes a natural pathway always
possible, and human art has long since shaped this with convenient
steps. Nestling in against the precipice are various sanctuaries and
caves; _e.g._ on the northwestern side, high up on the slope beneath
the precipice, open the uncanny grottoes of Apollo and of Pan. On the
southern side, close under the very shadow of the citadel, is the
temple of Asclepius, and, more to the southeast, the great open theater
of Dionysus has been scooped out of the rock, a place fit to contain an
audience of some 15,000.[&]
[*] It is nearly 510 feet above the level of the sea.
[+] Recall the defense which the Acropolis was able to make against
Xerxes’s horde, when the garrison was small and probably ill organized,
and had only a wooden barricade to eke out the natural defenses.
[&] The stone seats of this theater do not seem to have been built till
about 340 B.C. Up to that time the surface of the ground sloping back
to the Acropolis seems simply to have been smoothed off, and probably
covered with temporary wooden seats on the days of the great dramatic
festivals.
So much for the bare “bones” of the Acropolis; but now under the
dazzling sunshine how it glitters with indescribable splendor! Before
us as we ascend a whole succession of buildings seem lifting
themselves, not singly, not in hopeless confusion, but grouped
admirably together by a kind of wizardry, so that the harmony is
perfect,—each visible, brilliant column and pinnacle, not merely
flashing its own beauty, but suggesting another greater beauty just
behind.
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