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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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ailedher tragic fate through centuries of slow decay. Her name is Cumae, and she sits faraway yonder on the western shore, where solitude reigns supreme, where the sea sandis drifted over ghastly dunes, and malaria lurks upon the spreading flats. Here was theoriginal seat of Italian Hellenism, and here it had already grown to be great and power-ful long before Rome had built her capitol or sallied forth to conquer the world. At thepresent day her very name is but dimly remembered, and only a few ruins arise amidstthe weed-grown fields to testify of the past. 400 ITALY. The road from Naples to Cumae passes over the Phlegraean Fields where onceVulcans fires glowed in countless forges ; now they are all extinguished ; the Solfataraalone still breathes a fiery breath, and the extinct craters are filled with marshy lakes,such as Astroni, Lucrino, Averno, and Fusaro. Now Bacchus reigns, with vine-crownedthyrsus, over these shores; and where once flourished the Falernian grape (whose habitat
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IN THE STREET OF TOMBS, POMPEII. was the low hills close to the sea) rich vines still ripen, warmed by the powers of thevolcanic soil. The road passes by the northern slopes above Avernus, which lies silentamidst the green encircling hills, unfathomable, mysterious, as a secret of the under-world.The ruins of a temple still stand on its margin, but the god who dwelt there is no more :he has succumbed to the dreary loneliness of the place, and the shuddering melancholyof the past. Funeral urns are found here, and tombs lie hid beneath the long, sighinggrass. Here was the entrance to the lower regions, and here the dark Cimmeriansdwelt. One conspicuous remnant of antiquity surprises our eyes : a huge archway—theArco Felice,—standing on a height above the former territory of the town of Cumae.The peculiar, antique looking landscape is set in it as in a frame. We look across vine-yards and wild shrubs, into a grand and beautiful solitude. The sea marks the horizonon which the rocky is

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