Taranto

Taranto (Tarantino: Tarde; Old Italian: Tarento; Latin: Tarentum; Ancient Greek: Τάρᾱς, Tárās; Modern Greek: Τάραντας, Tárantas) 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 gave birth to philosophers, strategists, writers and athletes Quotes And next Tarentum’s bay,Named, if report be true, from Hercules,Is seen; and opposite lifts up her headThe goddess of Lacinia; and the heightsAppear of Caulon, and the dangerous rocksOf Sylaceum. Then far off we seeTrinacrian Ætna rising from the waves;And now we hear the ocean’s awful roar,The breakers dashing on the rocks, the moanOf broken voices on the shore. The deepsLeap up, and sand is mixed with boiling foam.“Charybdis!” cries Anchises; “lo, the cliffs,The dreadful rocks that Helenus foretold!Save us,—bear off, my men! With equal strokeBend on your oars!” No sooner said than done.With groaning rudder Palinurus turnsThe prow to the left, and the whole cohort strainWith oar and sail, and seek a southern course.The curving wave one moment lifts us upSkyward, then sinks us down as in the shadesOf death. Three times amid their hollow cavesThe cliffs resound; three times we saw the foamDashed,—that the stars hung dripping wet with dew.Meanwhile, abandoned by the wind and sun,Weary, and ignorant of our course, we are thrownUpon the Cyclops’ shore. Virgil, Æneid, Book III (tr. C. P. Cranch) Tarentum callsOn you her wooers, no unworthy bride;Chief harbour, richest mart of Italy.Whither Philanthus, in Laconia's prime,Brought the first Spartan exiles: whither sailedArion 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,—Flowing with wines of Aulon, fruits and oil,—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 shipsOf Rome beyond Lacinia, or displayedThe phalanx of white shields at Asculum.Nor is the spirit of our warriors dead,Beneath their bonds; the City, with her capesStretching like arms to Carthage, calls on youTo set her free. John Nichol, Hannibal (1873), III, vii External links Category:Cities and towns in Italy