Yet Attica had advantages which more than
counterbalanced this grudging of fertility. All Greece, to be sure, was
favored by the natural beauty of its atmosphere, seas, and mountains, but
Attica was perhaps the most favored portion of all, Around her coasts, rocky
often and broken by pebbly beaches and little craggy peninsulas, surged the
deep blue Ægean, the most glorious expanse of ocean in the world. Far away
spread the azure water,[2]—often foam-crested and sometimes alive
with the dolphins leaping at their play,—reaching towards a shimmering sky
line where rose "the isles of Greece," masses of green foliage, or else of
tawny rock, scattered afar, to adapt the words of Homer, "like shields laid
on the face of the glancing deep."
Above the sea spread the noble arch of the heavens,—the
atmosphere often dazzlingly bright, and carrying its glamour and sparkle
almost into the hearts of men. The Athenians were proud of the air about
their land. Their poets gladly sung its praises, as, for example,
Euripides,[3] when he tells how his fellow countrymen enjoy being—
Ever through air clear shining brightly
As on wings uplifted, pacing lightly.