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Identifier: italy00finn (find matches)
Title: Italy
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Finnemore, John, b. 1863
Subjects: Italy -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : A. and C. Black
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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st city of South Italy, is also the mostbeautiful. It stands on a bay whose shores sweepround in a noble curve, and from the waters edge riseslopes covered with the white houses and the gardensof the city. From the water it looks magnificent, andthe approach by sea is far grander than any approachby land. What words can analyse the details of this match-less panorama, and unravel that magic web of beautyinto which palaces, villas, forests, gardens, vineyards,the mountains and the sea are woven! What pen canpaint the soft curves, the gentle undulations, the flow-ing outlines, the craggy steps, and the far-seen heights,which, in their combination, are so full of grace! Noskill can catch the changing hues of the distant moun-tains, the playing waves, the films of purple and greenwhich spread themselves over the calm waters, thesunsets of gold and orange, and the aerial veils of roseand amethyst which drop upon the hills from skies ofmorning and evening. c See Naples and die is a well- 56
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ft. . At Naples known Italian saying, but it should read, ( See Naplesand live. The Neapolitans, in any case, believe in living, andliving, too, in the merriest fashion. Never was a morenoisy, lively race of beings than the people of Naples.They shout, laugh, sing, talk, gesticulate all day long, andfar into the night. Their streets are a veritable Babel,with crowds of passengers, loungers, gossips, jokers,streams of carriages hurrying up and down, with driversyelling and cracking their whips like madmen, whilebells jingle on the harness. The street is the true home of the Neapolitan.There he sits, works, eats, and his house is a mereshelter into which he creeps at night to sleep. Hedoes not always do that, for in the heat of summer heloves to lie on the pavement, or in the courtyard, forthe sake of the coolness. Many of them are verypoor, but poverty seems softened in this land of warmthand beauty. The beggar eats his scrap of bread andan onion, and then is quite content to lie in th

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