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The Attic Landscape By Herman Melville  |
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 Tourist, spare the avid glanceThat 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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