Identifier: italyfromalpstom00stie (find matches)
Title: Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna
Year: 1877 (1870s)
Authors: Stieler, Karl, 1842-1885 Cavagna Sangiuliani di Gualdana, Antonio, conte, 1843-1913, former owner. IU-R Paulus, Eduard, 1837-1907 Kaden, Woldemar, 1838-1907 Trollope, Frances Eleanor, d. 1913 Trollope, Thomas Adolphus, 1810-1892
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall

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thy of the colossus hasbeen sung. And if we seek the cause, we might almost accept Chateaubriands opinion,that great men and great things, are less apt to awake great thoughts than is commonlysupposed. Their greatness lies open to the day ; and all words added to the naked factserve rather to diminish than to magnify it. Since therefore, we may not hope to crown his ancient brow with praise, we will wavehim farewell as the railway carries us across black lava-fields to the resuscitated Pompeii.And we offer him our humble thanks that he has preserved for us beneath his iron wings,a brilliant remnant of antiquity, and we greet him as the faithful watcher over the fair urnof joyous Hellenism, and as the majestic sentinel of the Golden Gulf. Vesuvius, thou kecpst watch and ward,Above fair Naples Bay !And Etna, with his breath of flame,Stands sentry, too, ahvay. O let beneath your fiery feet,Unharmed the peoples dwell,And bear ye, to our absent friendsA yearning, sad, farewell ! 392 ITALY.
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EVENING IN THE STREET OF TOMES, POMPEII. AMONG GRECIAN RUINS. Once on a time, I heard a gods lamentFrom out a star fast to oblivion waning. My star, the spirit cried, was passing fair ;Mine own bright world, my star that I created !Now fading, crumbling, in the self-same air,Which by its ray, was erst illuminated ! H. LlNGG. E pass along the Street of Tombs of Italian Hellenism ; past Cumae, Pompeii,Paestum,—and find silence and death everywhere. But under what an amiableimage he appears to us here,—Death the destroyer of the peoples! He standslike a genius upon the fair ruins of these temples, with gently drooping torch—the Genius of Eternal Youth ! The Beautiful is ever young, and its sweet influencepervades even hoary ruins, fallen columns, and deserted tombs. How different is hisaspect in Rome, the mighty Rome ! There Death shows like an all-powerful Caesar.But here : Like to a laughing Cupid,Thanalos, seemst thou here, mid Pompeiis glittering ruins,Playing with golden dust,

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