Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . baths were shattered, the walls fell in, and the modern Venafro cowers amidst thelandscape in the guise of a poor Abruzzian peasant. A solitary bell jangles from a slender tower. It sounds like the trembling tearfulvoice of an aged man, telling to his reduced descendants stories of kingly halls, of luteand song. Soon we leave the mountains behind us, the road descends continuously, anddown below there, where thick clouds of dust are whirling, extends the flat Campagna,bounded on the west by the sea, on the south by the vineyard-covered Neapolitan Te
Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . baths were shattered, the walls fell in, and the modern Venafro cowers amidst thelandscape in the guise of a poor Abruzzian peasant. A solitary bell jangles from a slender tower. It sounds like the trembling tearfulvoice of an aged man, telling to his reduced descendants stories of kingly halls, of luteand song. Soon we leave the mountains behind us, the road descends continuously, anddown below there, where thick clouds of dust are whirling, extends the flat Campagna,bounded on the west by the sea, on the south by the vineyard-covered Neapolitan Teano we are on level ground. We mount into the railway carriage rattling on itsway from Rome, and it carries us past blooming fields and gardens where sunshine andthe labour of men s hands unweariedly bring forth fruit and flowers year in, year out;past cheerful towns, surrounded by golden-fruited orange trees; past Capua, Caserta,Maddaloni, to the smiling shores of the sirens, to the blue sea, to the Joyous City ! z z t 554 ITAL
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