The Argosy . parkling sunshine: an emblem of innocence thatmight almost grace the rivers of paradise. Only to gaze at them fromthis distance calms the unquiet nerves ; a peace falls upon the restless6rain, and the pulses beat more evenly. There are hills all about you, and though they may not possess a p6mpeii. 460 The Ruins of Pompeii, Himalayan grandeur, perhaps they have only a greater beauty of theirown. Beyond the bay rises the Island of Capri, a purple haze surround-ing it and giving it a romantic colouring only to be seen in thisland of the south. Its outlines, in spite of the haze, are
The Argosy . parkling sunshine: an emblem of innocence thatmight almost grace the rivers of paradise. Only to gaze at them fromthis distance calms the unquiet nerves ; a peace falls upon the restless6rain, and the pulses beat more evenly. There are hills all about you, and though they may not possess a p6mpeii. 460 The Ruins of Pompeii, Himalayan grandeur, perhaps they have only a greater beauty of theirown. Beyond the bay rises the Island of Capri, a purple haze surround-ing it and giving it a romantic colouring only to be seen in thisland of the south. Its outlines, in spite of the haze, are clearlydefined against the brilliant sky. To the left lies fair Sorrento, withtrellissed walks and rich blooms, nestling villas and picturesquewomen. Corinthian pillars admit you to quiet groves, where all thatis lovely and graceful and luxurious in the world of nature greets theeye. Chaste statues, everlastingly white and pure in this bright at-mosphere, adorn the terraces and surprise you in summer bowers:. Naples. and men and women warm and beautiful with the breath of Wzwander here hand in hand, or clasp heart to heart and tell their taleof love, and live their passionate day in a dream that, could it butlast for ever, who would care for another world ? But alas Theres not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, and it is well to make the most of those halcyon days that passswiftly as a tale that is told. And across there, stretching beyond the town, is the worm in thisfair bud. Vesuvius, with its everlasting smoke, raises its head, aperpetual warning alike to the lovers in the groves, and the lessromantic domestic groups, whose days of stolen interviews havebecome a mere matter of history. Verily those who live here shouldadopt the Trappist motto for their own, and in place of Saive inscribe The Ruins of Pompeii, 461 iipon their lintels Memento Mori. For in such an hour as they thinknot, the day may be turned into night and the sky into darkness, andthe doom fal
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