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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
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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he island in the timeof the Spanish viceroys : especially under the leadership of the fierce Barbarossa. Thehistory of the island furnishes another name connected with the annals of the Hohen-staufens : Giovanni da Procida. He was the originator of the Sicilian Vespers, in whichhe would fain have washed away in torrents of French blood the stain of Conradinsexecution, which he witnessed in the market-place at Naples. He was a nobleman ofSalerno, and the island of Procida belonged to him. From the last gardens of the island we look upon the desert little islet of Guevara,which is only a bit of the wall of an extinct crater sunk in the sea between it and Procida,and further still we see Ischia towering up into its mountain of Epomeo. The fieldsspread dark blue along the sides of this mighty mountain, and numerous hamlets peepforth hospitable and inviting from the shade of groups of trees. So farewell, fair Procida !Thy more perfect neighbour invites us ; and we exclaim by way of adieu :
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CORAL FISHING. THE THREE SISTER ISLANDS. 4*7 I would compare thee to some youthful nymphWhose maiden charms are scarcely yet matured.Still might thy budding beauties chain my heart,But that thy sisters full perfection wins me. The sister is Ischia, and Ischia is perfection! The radiant island smiles at us across the waters, and draws our boat as if withmagic bands nearer and nearer to its shores. These shores are girdled with black lava,over which the waves break in white foam. Dark brown crags rise from these blocks of

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