Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . THE LAVA COMES! I COME ! Depart from house and hall, Nor barn, nor cellar heeding !Haste, fly ! Above the outer wallI climb and spread a smoky pall, Still onward fiercely speeding. Above the fruitful, vine-grown land, Where ripening grapes looked cheery,I strew hot ashes and burning sand,I clasp the trees with my fiery hand,And leave them black and dreary. My scorching breath shall quickly blast The fount that freshly plashes ;Aly parching footsteps travel fast;The grove is shrivelled where they have passed, And all is dust and ashes ! THE BEAUTIFUL, DANGERO
Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . THE LAVA COMES! I COME ! Depart from house and hall, Nor barn, nor cellar heeding !Haste, fly ! Above the outer wallI climb and spread a smoky pall, Still onward fiercely speeding. Above the fruitful, vine-grown land, Where ripening grapes looked cheery,I strew hot ashes and burning sand,I clasp the trees with my fiery hand,And leave them black and dreary. My scorching breath shall quickly blast The fount that freshly plashes ;Aly parching footsteps travel fast;The grove is shrivelled where they have passed, And all is dust and ashes ! THE BEAUTIFUL, DANGEROUS NEIGHBOUR. 3*5 in the fiery wine that grows amid the ashes, and trace them in the mobile character of apeople that calls itself the sons of Vesuvius ! But the history of Vesuvius, like the history of all the great lords over Naples, is huta story of massacre, fire, and spoil. Fire goes before him, and the land lies dead behindhim ! fie has passed like a triumphant Caesar over the cities of Stabia, Herculaneum,and Pompeii, all un
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