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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
Subjects: ON THE ROAD FROM MESSINA TO TAORMINA
Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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TO ETNA. 467 At about eight thousand five hundred feet above the sea vegetation finally ceases,and the region of snow begins ; which, however, is nearly all melted in summer, or limitedto the shadiest hollows. Here, at an altitude of eight thousand nine hundred feet, standsthe Torre del Filosofo ; and at about nine thousand two hundred feet, the Casa Inglese,the highest building on the island. Sideways, to the east, the huge, terrific hollow calledthe Val di Bove sinks down suddenly. It is at least a mile in diameter, and is awful inits solitude and desolation; the eye plunges awe-stricken into its depths, and when thewind howls in it you might imagine yourself to hear the yells and cries of dying Titans.
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ON THE ROAD FROM MESSINA TO TAORMINA. But peaceful, serene, and unspeakably sublime is the view of all that lies below usin clear sunshine, and of the tender blue lines of mountains swimming in the haze ofdistance. Trinacria lies spread out beneath us like a splendid jewel set in the Mediter-ranean, whose silver foam dashes over the lava-bound coast. The land looks like apleasure garden lifted out of the sea by Vulcans mighty hands as a gift for Venus.Wherever we turn our gaze, towns, villages, dark valleys, blue or silvery mountains, thesea, the vaulted sky,—all seem to be as strophes of a sublime poem. There to the northare the Peloritanian mountains, and fair Messina, with the straits whose waters roll likea strong river from sea to sea ! Yonder is the stern Calabrian range, clothed with darkwoods, and seamed with many a black ravine. To the west the honeyed Hybla stretcheshis soft slopes ; to the east and to the south,—down there, sheer below us, falling steepinto the sea,—t

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