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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
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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FROM THE VILLA OF HADRIAN, NEAR TIVOLI. OF THE SHORES OF LA GO FUCINO TO THE PONTINE MARSHES. 319 In these evergreen groves, on the cool banks of the Anio, the land was coveredthroughout the Imperial period with countless smiling villas. The Emperors themselvesdwelt here : especially Augustus. And poets thronged to the villa Maecenas. Here
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ROMAN BEGGAR CHILD. Propertius sang his love-song for his Cynthia, the golden maiden of Tibur; hereHorace bound his brows with ivy, and invited his friends to enjoy the happy present inintimate communion. Hue vina et ungucnta, et nimium brevisFlorcs amcnos ferrc jubc rosaj,Dum res, ct cctas, et SororumFila trium patiuntur atra. 320 ITAL Y. Here poetized Statius, the admirer of Virgil, and sang an enthusiastic eulogy of thebeautiful classic villa of Vobiscus, whose roof-tree Venus herself had sprinkled withIdalian odours, and endowed with eternal graces and Olympian charms. Whence thou gazest forth on the still and silent woodland,Where peace reigns undisturbed, and where, unvexed by storm-winds,The night is hushed to rest, and soft murmurs lull thee to slumber. Here wandered Catullus, Martial, and Tibullus. On the brow of the hill OuinctiliusVarus had his home, who exchanged life amidst southern roses, for death beneath thedark northern oaks. Only a few crumbling ruins remain of that

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