"Tarentum calls On you her wooers, no unworthy bride; Chief harbour, richest mart of Italy. Whither Philanthus, in Laconia's prime, Brought the first Spartan exiles: whither sailed Arion with his music o'er the main. The port of Epirote and Grecian kings; The haunt of old Pythagorean lore. The same soft breezes blow around her towers, The same soil teems about her terraces,â Flowing with wines of Aulon, fruits and oil,â The same wool thickens on her hundred hills, As fleet the coursers on her emerald meads, Her seas are purple with as deep a dye, As when, in earlier days of far renown, Queen of the southern shores she held the ships Of Rome beyond Lacinia, or displayed The phalanx of white shields at Asculum. Nor is the spirit of our warriors dead, Beneath their bonds; the City, with her capes Stretching like arms to Carthage, calls on you To set her free."
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John Nichol, Hannibal (1873), III, vii
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Taranto (Tarantino: Tarde; Old Italian: Tarento; Latin: Tarentum; Ancient Greek: ΀ΏÏ៱Ï, TĂĄrÄs; Modern Greek: ΀ΏÏαΜÏαÏ, TĂĄrantas) is a coastal city in Apulia, Southern Italy. It is the capital of the province of Taranto, serving as an important commercial port as well as the main Italian naval base. Founded by Spartans in the 8th century BC during the period of Greek colonisation, Taranto was among the most important poleis in Magna Graecia, becoming a cultural, economic and military power that g
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