. Italian journeys / by Howells ; with one hundred and three illustrations by Joseph ForzaMaggiore ~li pp3 The Harbour of Alexander, Civita Vecchia landscape, that we reached Civita Vecchia as undecidedas we had left Rome. On the one hand, there hadbeen the land, soaked and sodden; wild, shagged withscrubby growths of timber and brooded over by sullenclouds, and visibly inhabited only by shepherds, leaningupon their staves at an angle of forty-five degrees, andlooking, in their immovable dejection, with their legswrapped in long-haired goat-skins, like satyrs that hadbeen conver
. Italian journeys / by Howells ; with one hundred and three illustrations by Joseph ForzaMaggiore ~li pp3 The Harbour of Alexander, Civita Vecchia landscape, that we reached Civita Vecchia as undecidedas we had left Rome. On the one hand, there hadbeen the land, soaked and sodden; wild, shagged withscrubby growths of timber and brooded over by sullenclouds, and visibly inhabited only by shepherds, leaningupon their staves at an angle of forty-five degrees, andlooking, in their immovable dejection, with their legswrapped in long-haired goat-skins, like satyrs that hadbeen converted, and were trying to do right ; turningdim faces to us, they warned us with every mute ap-peal against the land, as a waste of mud from one endof Italy to the other. On the other hand, there wasthe sea-wind raving about our train and threatening toblow it over, and whenever we drew near the coast,heaping the waves upon the beach in thunderingmenace. We weakly and fearfully remembered our former journeysby diligence over broken railway routes; we recalled ourcruel voyage from Genoa to Naples
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