Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . ON THE MOLE, NAPLES. sheer poetry! The poems which Naples has inspired have been mostly dictated inabsence by a longing to return to her. We sit dreaming beneath a slender palm-tree, breathed upon by sweet sea-breezesmixed with the scent of flowers and shrubs, shone upon by quivering rays of springsunshine. The murmur of the neighbouring sea sounds like the voice of the sirens;cheerful talk and laughter of fishermen strike upon our ear ; the eye catches a vision of aGreek temple, and of white statues :—Apollo, Bacchus and his crew, Hercules, gods,. Oi (HEUNi
Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . ON THE MOLE, NAPLES. sheer poetry! The poems which Naples has inspired have been mostly dictated inabsence by a longing to return to her. We sit dreaming beneath a slender palm-tree, breathed upon by sweet sea-breezesmixed with the scent of flowers and shrubs, shone upon by quivering rays of springsunshine. The murmur of the neighbouring sea sounds like the voice of the sirens;cheerful talk and laughter of fishermen strike upon our ear ; the eye catches a vision of aGreek temple, and of white statues :—Apollo, Bacchus and his crew, Hercules, gods,. Oi (HEUNiVERS>TV OF ILLINOIS THE EVER YOUNG PARTHENOPE. 375 and demigods, glimmer amidst the evergreens. Has old Hellas risen again from thedepths of the Mediterranean ? But no ;—the sound of the liveliest dialect in Italy, spoken by well-dressed men andwomen, wakens us out of our dream. The clash of military music sounds, silken robessweep and rustle between the flower-beds, dandies in fashionable Parisian costume twirl
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