Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . KNOWST THOU THE LAND? The sea swells high, the stars are Naples Bay, half hid in gloom,Before us lies ; and through the nightSee Cape Mycene,— Ischia, loom ! And giant-like, great towers standAnd frowning look across the sea,Stern sentinels that guard this land,This magic-girdled Italy ! H. Lingg. T is a moonlight night in Spring. A steam-boat, coming from the north, glides throughthe waves of the Tyrrhene sea, past the silentshores of Latium. To the south rise softlyoutlined heights flooded with moonlight. From theislands lying like cloud-shadow
Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . KNOWST THOU THE LAND? The sea swells high, the stars are Naples Bay, half hid in gloom,Before us lies ; and through the nightSee Cape Mycene,— Ischia, loom ! And giant-like, great towers standAnd frowning look across the sea,Stern sentinels that guard this land,This magic-girdled Italy ! H. Lingg. T is a moonlight night in Spring. A steam-boat, coming from the north, glides throughthe waves of the Tyrrhene sea, past the silentshores of Latium. To the south rise softlyoutlined heights flooded with moonlight. From theislands lying like cloud-shadows on the sea, beacon firesare glittering, and now and then a sail, driven by thebreath of the night breeze, crosses their field of dreary shore yonder, where the mists are brooding, is Cuma ; and that flat, low-lying islet, which seems to glimmer like a dream across the waters, is called there the waves are dashing themselves against steep Cape Mycene, and theirfoam, as they break, is white beneath the moon
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