The travellers descended from their chariots to rest under the shadow of the lofty plane trees, and refresh themselves with a draught from the fountain. The public road was thronged with people on their way to Olympia. Most of them drove with renewed eagerness to enter Corinth before the evening twilight; for nearly all travellers made it a point to visit the remarkable scenes in this splendid and voluptuous city, the Paris of the ancient world. A few were attracted by the cool murmuring of the waters, and turned aside to the fountain of Poseidon.
Lydia Maria Child (1802-1880) was an activist and writer of novels, pamphlets, and works for children. She often used her writing to advocate for slaves, women, and Native Americans. Lydia Maria Child was born in Medford, Massachusetts, where her grandfather’s house, which she celebrates in her poem, still stands.
Chronologically confused prudish romance about Philothea's pure love for young Plato, and her wayward friend's undoing under the influence of Pericles and Aspasia.
I read the Kindle version of this book, I highly recommend a paper version as the appendix will help a lot.
This was a romance as promised. It tells the tales of 2 orphan girls from Athens. The girls Philothea and Eudora are best of friends and share all. Due to horrible happenings they are separated from each other and all they love. This is a tale of heartache as well. Like the real ancient Greece there is depict around every pillar and love in every shadow. Ever changing laws and health play a big part of this book. Even Plato makes an appearance! The first 6 hours were spent trying to figure out who was who, the last 3 hours were spent in tears, laughter and joy.
Not a book for the faint of heart. I am glad I came upon this book and took the time to read it.