With Shelley in Italy : being a selection of the poems and letters of Percy Bysshe Shelley which have to do with his life in Italy from 1818 to 1822 . neath the starless sky, and cast upa kind of mist of cold white lustre. When morning came,we found ourselves travelling in a wide desert plain, per-petually interrupted by wild irregular glens, and boundedon all sides by the Apennines and the sea. Sometimesit was covered with forest, sometimes dotted with under-wood, or mere tufts of fern aad furze, and the wintry drytendrils of creeping plants. I have never, but in theAlps, seen an amphitheatre
With Shelley in Italy : being a selection of the poems and letters of Percy Bysshe Shelley which have to do with his life in Italy from 1818 to 1822 . neath the starless sky, and cast upa kind of mist of cold white lustre. When morning came,we found ourselves travelling in a wide desert plain, per-petually interrupted by wild irregular glens, and boundedon all sides by the Apennines and the sea. Sometimesit was covered with forest, sometimes dotted with under-wood, or mere tufts of fern aad furze, and the wintry drytendrils of creeping plants. I have never, but in theAlps, seen an amphitheatre of mountains so travelling fifteen miles we came to a river, the bridgeof which had been broken, and which was so swollen thatthe ferry would not take the carriage across. We had,therefore, to walk seven miles of a muddy road, whichled to the ancient city across the desolate air was scented with the sweet smell of violets of anextraordinary size and beauty. At length we saw thesublime and massy colonnades, skirting the horizon of thewilderness. We entered by the ancient gate, which is[82] c ITY and Bay ot
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