Days near Rome . not very far from the sea.—Massimo d^Azeglio. Alba, thou findest me still, and. Alba, thou findest me ever,Now from the Capitol steps, now over Tituss Arch,Here from the large grassy spaces that spread from the Lateran portal, lowering oer aqueduct lines lost in perspective from a Vatican window, or bridge, or the high Coliseum, Clear by the garlanded line cut of the Flavian can I not call thee, and yet thou hast power to oermaster,Power of mere beauty ; in dreams, Alba, thou hauntest me still. A. H. CloitgiL. Pedestrians will do well to take tne old
Days near Rome . not very far from the sea.—Massimo d^Azeglio. Alba, thou findest me still, and. Alba, thou findest me ever,Now from the Capitol steps, now over Tituss Arch,Here from the large grassy spaces that spread from the Lateran portal, lowering oer aqueduct lines lost in perspective from a Vatican window, or bridge, or the high Coliseum, Clear by the garlanded line cut of the Flavian can I not call thee, and yet thou hast power to oermaster,Power of mere beauty ; in dreams, Alba, thou hauntest me still. A. H. CloitgiL. Pedestrians will do well to take tne old Appian Way in 52 DA YS NEAR ROME. going to Albano (see Walks in Rome, vol. i.), every step ofwhich is full of interest; but carriages will usually follow theVia Appia Nuova, which emerges from the city walls by thePorta S. Giovanni, and after crossing the Via Latina (Walksin Roj?te, i. 124), runs between the stately arches of theClaudian Aqueduct on the left, and the ruined tombs of theAppian Way on the Claudian Aqueduct. Laqueduc et la voie dAppius marquent un moment dune grandeimportance dans la destinee de Rome, ils sont comme une magnifiquevignette entre le premier alinea de Ihistoire de la republique et lessuivants.—Ampere, Hist. Rom., iv. 49. Passing out by the San Giovanni gate, you enter upon thosebroad wastes that lie to the south-east of the city. Going forwardthence, with the aqueducts to your left, and the old Appian Way, linedwith crumbling sepulchres, reaching for miles in one unswerving line onyour far right, you soon leave Rome behind. Faint patches of vegeta-tion gleam here and there, like streaks of light; and nameless ruins liescattered broadcast over the bleak slopes of this most desolate you come upon a primitive bullock-waggon, or a peasantdriving an ass laden with green boughs.; but these signs of life are you pass the remains of a square temple, with Corinthianpilasters—then a drove of shaggy ponies—then a
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