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Title: Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna
Year: 1877 (1870s)
Authors: Stieler, Karl, 1842-1885 Cavagna Sangiuliani di Gualdana, Antonio, conte, 1843-1913, former owner. IU-R Paulus, Eduard, 1837-1907 Kaden, Woldemar, 1838-1907 Trollope, Frances Eleanor, d. 1913 Trollope, Thomas Adolphus, 1810-1892
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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and vintagers return to theirmountain homes from the lower Campagna, the flocks, consisting very often of as many asfive, or ten, thousand sheep, make their way down to the plain again, in order to pass thewinter in the milder climate of the districts bordering the coast. These returning flocks,led by shepherds and their dogs, and with the owner mounted on horseback behind them,offer a new and curious spectacle, and many a road is encumbered for days by bleatingsheep, barking restless dogs, and clouds of impenetrable dust. Such is the poetry of the Roman Campagna. It is ever young, like the poetry ofhumanity, and if your soul has once been touched by it you can never more forget it.You will hear its old tunes sounding, sounding in your ears : its glowing tints will breakupon you amidst the dreamy mists of the North, and fill your heart with longing for aland whose charm is inexplicable even whilst you feel it, and before whose beauty youstand as before some marble Juno of old Greece.
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CECCANO. Q Q 2 300 ITALY. FROM THE SHORES OF LAGO FUCINO TO THE PONTINE MARSHES. Ha, dost thou see this garden,—yonder heaven ?How deeply blue the air ! The sun how bright,How diamond-clear ! No cloudlet to be seen !What dullard eye could drowse amid such beauty?The sky hangs like a chalice overturnedAbove our heads, and pours down life and joyUpon the world, and us. How darkly redThe grape glows on the vine ! Grabbe. HE Apennine, divided into three mighty parallel chains, girdles Italy from north-west to south-east. These chains are split by the action of the titanic forces ofnature in remote ages ; and furrowed by steeply sloping valleys, stony water-courses, and yawning chasms. Here in the province of the Abruzzi, the soaringpeaks of the Apennine give the country situated at a considerable height above the sealevel the aspect of a truly mountainous land. And its two narrow valleys, cramped inamongst the convolutions of the different chains, are real mountain valleys, and have ast

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