File:Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna (1877) (14796456073).jpg

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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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te wandered, whose cypresses rise above the gravesof a thousand perished years, whose silence divides us from the noise and bustle of theouter world. Here we can appreciate the rightfulness of the appellation Verona la degna(Verona the worshipful) ; here one should loiter at the evening hour when the wide sea ofdwellings is swimming in light, when every wave of the Adige is like molten gold, whenunder the bowery foliage the nightingales begin to stir in the twilight. No rough foot-step, no strangers eye, disturbs us. Only a pair of lovers passes slowly along, pressedclose together, side by side, and touching with dreamy hands the boughs as they go.Laurel and myrtle! It was in Verona that the deepest of all love tragedies began andended ;—where Romeo and Juliet loved. The material remains, truly, do not consecratethese memories in our minds ; but what are they compared with the ineffaceable associa-tions connected with this spot for three centuries ? It is not the ruinous house which
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VIEW FROM THE GIARDINO GIUSTI, VERONA. OF THE VERONA. 45 awakens in us the love-charm of those images ; it is not the broken sarcophagus whichmakes that death-scene present to our minds. All these things have long been a perfectpicture in our souls, and haunt us with a secret spell wherever we see a long range oflighted palace windows. These recollections belong to the whole town of Verona, andnot alone to the deserted street to which tradition has banislled them. The house which is now said to be the palace of the Capulets stands in the Via SanSebastiano, and a hat (capcllo) hewn out of stone is said to be the confirmation of the

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