larissaean

Updated: July 13, 2025

'Me neither resolute Sparta nor the rich Larissaean plain so enraptures as the fane of echoing Albunea, the headlong Anio, the grove of Tibur, the orchards watered by the wandering rills. So a poet should speak, and to every singer his own land should be dearest.

Andrew Lang - Letters to Dead Authors