The country of The ring and the book . umancreature in sight, stands a man in a cloak, leaning ona staff, a mere dab of brown in the wide expanse ofgreen. Straight ahead lie the great city and the plainthat leads to the sea; to the right are the mountainsthat cluster about the Lake of Bracciano, while to theleft is the Tiber Valley, and, beyond, at a distance ofmany miles, the purple barrier of the Sabine Hills. The last stopping place before Rome is Prima Porta,which is only five miles from the Ponte Milvio. It is herethat the Via Flaminia passes through a defile among therocks, and it is her
The country of The ring and the book . umancreature in sight, stands a man in a cloak, leaning ona staff, a mere dab of brown in the wide expanse ofgreen. Straight ahead lie the great city and the plainthat leads to the sea; to the right are the mountainsthat cluster about the Lake of Bracciano, while to theleft is the Tiber Valley, and, beyond, at a distance ofmany miles, the purple barrier of the Sabine Hills. The last stopping place before Rome is Prima Porta,which is only five miles from the Ponte Milvio. It is herethat the Via Flaminia passes through a defile among therocks, and it is here that the high ground ends, sincethe road for the rest of the way is along the level floorof the Tiber Valley. Prima Porta consists of an old chapel and of two orthree houses of a modern date. It can boast of someruins in its neighbourhood, but the interest of the littleposting-place—once the scene of so much bustle andexcitement—is gone for ever. Just beyond Prima Portathe road, as it crosses a stream, has been diverted from 232. From Castelnuovo to Rome the original track, but the old road and the old bridgehave been left. They are shown in Plate 104. Acrossthis bridge the priest and the little countess journeyedon their way to prison. The bridge is very venerable,and is rapidly becoming buried in creepers and in ad-venturous bush. It serves, however, to show how verynarrow was the ancient highway. The rest of the road to Rome, although a little un-interesting in the winter, is exceedingly beautiful in thebeginning of May. It runs for some part of the distanceat the foot of a steep cliff, having on the other sidethe level bank of the Tiber. This cliff and the slopebetween it and the road are ablaze with colour. Thereare innumerable acacia trees in bloom, while among thetangled undergrowth are masses of blue borage inter-mixed with a brilliant company of crimson poppies, orof thistles just breaking into flower. More beautifuleven than these are the banks of fennel, where,
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