1.  Sprinkled isles:  probably the Sporades, so named because they were scattered, and in opposition to the Cyclades, which formed a circle around Delos.

51.  Phare:  light-house.  The French authority, Allard, says that though there is no mention in classical writings of any light-house in Greece proper, it is probable that there was one at the port of Athens as well as at other points in Greece.  There were certainly several along both shores of the Hellespont, besides the famous father of all light-houses, on the island of Pharos, near Alexandria.  Hence the French name for light-house, phare.

53.  Poecile:  the portico at Athens painted with battle pictures by Polygnotus the Thasian.

60.  Combined the moods:  in Greek music the scales were called moods or modes, and were subject to great variation in the arrangement of tones and semitones.

83.  Rhomb . . . lozenge . . . trapezoid:  all four-sided forms, but differing as to the parallel arrangement of their sides and the obliquity of their angles.

140.  Terpander:  musician of Lesbos (about 650 B. C.), who added three strings to the four-stringed Greek lyre.

141.  Phidias:  the Athenian sculptor (about 430 B. C.) —­and his friend:  Pericles, ruler of Athens (444-429 B.C.).  Plutarch speaks of their friendship in his Life of Pericles.

304.  Sappho:  poet of Lesbos, supreme among lyricists (about 600 B. C.).  Only fragments of her verse remain.

305.  AEschylus:  oldest of the three great Athenian dramatists (525-472 B. C.).

340.  Paulus; we have have heard his fame:  Paul’s mission to the Gentiles carried him to many of the islands in the AEgean Sea as well as to Athens and Corinth (Acts 13-21).

RUDEL TO THE LADY OF TRIPOLI

1842

I
I know a Mount, the gracious Sun perceives
First, when he visits, last, too, when he leaves
The world; and, vainly favored, it repays
The day-long glory of his steadfast gaze
By no change of its large calm front of snow. 
And underneath the Mount, a Flower I know,
He cannot have perceived, that changes ever
At his approach; and, in the lost endeavor
To live his life, has parted, one by one,
With all a flower’s true graces, for the grace 10
Of being but a foolish mimic sun,
With ray-like florets round a disk-like face. 
Men nobly call by many a name the Mount
As over many a land of theirs its large
Calm front of snow like a triumphal targe
Is reared, and still with old names, fresh names vie,
Each to its proper praise and own account: 
Men call the Flower, the Sunflower, sportively.

II
Oh, Angel of the East, one, one gold look
Across the waters to this twilight nook, 20
—­The far sad waters.  Angel, to this nook!