Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . tevere, in whose darkand narrow streets mediaeval Rome seems to have taken refuge from the glare and gas-light of modern Rome. We admire here and there a beautiful woman, clothed in the rags * It is true that a passer-by will not see many flower-gardens in the city itself; such as there are being hiddenbehind stone walls. But the supply of flowers in Rome shows no falling off in the favour of the goddess Flora. Noteven in Florence—the Citid d£ Fiori—are they more beautiful and abundant.—Translators note. PIOUS PILGRIMAGES AND PROFANE PROMENADES. 269 of a beg
Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . tevere, in whose darkand narrow streets mediaeval Rome seems to have taken refuge from the glare and gas-light of modern Rome. We admire here and there a beautiful woman, clothed in the rags * It is true that a passer-by will not see many flower-gardens in the city itself; such as there are being hiddenbehind stone walls. But the supply of flowers in Rome shows no falling off in the favour of the goddess Flora. Noteven in Florence—the Citid d£ Fiori—are they more beautiful and abundant.—Translators note. PIOUS PILGRIMAGES AND PROFANE PROMENADES. 269 of a beggar, but with the bearing of a queen, in whose eyes the beams of that sun whichonce shone on antique beauty are brightly reflected, and pass through the Via Lungara,which is, truly, remarkable for nothing but its length, to the heights of the Janiculum. Avigorous vegetation sprouts from every chink in the walls, and overspreads the gardensand all the place. Flowers give out their sweet smells everywhere. This is an advantage. CYPRESSES BY THE WELL OF MICHAEL ANGELO. which the Janiculum enjoys over most of the other hills; the marble-dust of ruins is notfavourable to flowers. They grow abundantly on the graves of the beloved dead, as ifthe loving thoughts buried with them rose again out of the tomb at every let us cast our eyes down from this blooming world of flowers on to the city, andbehold ancient, mediaeval, and modern Rome as in a picture. There are the storied hills,which seem to reach each other the hand, and encircle the city; there was the plain ofMars; there Tarquins field traversed by the Flaminian Way; yonder lies St. Peters andthe great mass of the Vatican, and to the right and the left on the shores of the Tiberspreads the Rome of our own day, crowned with church towers, and dressed in a priestlygarb. How the windows glitter in the sunshine, how the bells jangle, how the noise ofthe streets ascends to our ears, mingled with the ear-piercing
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