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  • CHAPTER I - VEII.—THE CITY

  • George Dennis
  • Book:
    The Cities and Cemeteries of Etruria
    Published online:
    05 July 2011
    Print publication:
    09 September 2010, pp 1-44
    First published in:
    1848

  • Summary

    Hoc tune Veii fuêre: quæ reliquiæ? quod vestigium?

    —Florus.

    Sic magna fuit censuque virisque

    Perque decem potuit tantum dare sanguinis annos;

    Nune humilis veteres tantummodo Troja ruinas,

    Et pro divitiis tumulos ostendit avorum.

    —Ovid. Met.

    OF all the cities of Etruria, none takes so prominent a place in history as Veii. One of the earliest, nearest, and certainly the most formidable of the foes of Rome—for nearly four centuries her rival in military power, her instructress in civilisation and the arts—the southern bulwark of Etruria—the richest city of that land—the Troy of Italy—Veii excites our interest as much by the length of the struggle she maintained, and by the romantic legends attending her overthrow, as by the intimate connection of her history with Rome's earliest and most spirit-stirring days. Such was her greatness—such her magnificence—that, even after her conquest, Veii disputed with the city of Romulus for metropolitan honours; and, but for the eloquence of Camillus, would have arisen as Roma Nova to be mistress of the world. Yet, in the time of Augustus, we are told that the city was a desolation, and a century later its very site is said to have been forgotten. Though re-colonised under the Empire, it soon again fell into utter decay, and for ages Veii was blotted from the map of Italy. But when, on the revival of letters, attention was recalled to the subject of Italian antiquities, its site became a point of dispute.

  • CHAPTER LVII - PERUGIA—PERUSIA

  • George Dennis
  • Book:
    The Cities and Cemeteries of Etruria
    Published online:
    05 July 2011
    Print publication:
    09 September 2010, pp 454-470
    First published in:
    1848

  • Summary

    Sint tibi Flaminius, Thrasymenaque litora testes.

    Ovid.

    Vix crediderim tam mature tantam urbem crevisse, floruisse, concidisse,

    reaurrexisse.

    Vell.Patercelus.

    Happy the man who with mind open to the influences of Nature, journeys on a bright day from Cortona to Perugia? He passes through some of the most beautiful scenery in all-beautiful Italy, by the most lovely of lakes, and over ground hallowed by events among the most memorable in the history of the ancient world. For on the shores of “the reedy Thrasymene,” the fierce Carthaginian set his foot on the proud neck of Rome.

    The day on which I retraced my steps over this wellbeaten road, is marked in my memory with a white stone. Before leaving the Tuscan State, I halted at the hamlet of Riccio to dine, for the worthy merchant, my chance-companion, was wont to make this his house of call. The padrona was not long in answering our demands, for we had not arrived at sunset, expecting all manner of impossibilities and unheard-of dainties, but had drawn on her larder at the reasonable hour of noon, and had left our appetites to her discretion. The sun shone warmly into the room—the hostess smiled cheerily—a glorious landscape lay beneath our window—and what mattered it that the dishes stood on the bare board ; that the spoons and forks were of tin, and that the merchant's servant, and a bearded pilgrim in sackcloth, Rome-bound for the Holy Week, whom, in his pious generosity, my companion had invited to partake, sat down to table with us? Travelling in Italy, for him who would mix with the natives, and can forget home-bred pride, prejudices, and exigencies, levels all distinctions.

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