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Title: With Shelley in Italy : being a selection of the poems and letters of Percy Bysshe Shelley which have to do with his life in Italy from 1818 to 1822
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Shelley, Percy Bysshe, 1792-1822 McMahan, Anna Benneson
Subjects: Poetry of places -- Italy Italy -- Description and travel Poetry
Publisher: Chicago : McClurg
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ded with cultivated hills, andfrom the bridge which crosses the broad channel of theArno, the view is the most animated and elegant I eversaw. You see tliree or four bridges, one apparently sup-ported by Corinthian pillars, and the white sails of theboats, relieved by the deep green of the forest, which comesto the waters edge, and the sloping hills covered withbright villas on every side. Domes and steeples rise onall sides, and the cleanliness is remarkably great. On theother side there are the foldings of the Yale of Arnoabove; first the hills of olive and vine, then the chestnutwoods, and then the blue and misty pine forests, whichinvest the aerial Apennines, that fade in the distance. Ihave seldom seen a city so lovely at first sight asFlorence. FRAGMENT TO MAEY SHELLEY O Mary dear, that you were hereWith your brown eyes bright and clear.And your sweet voice, like a birdSinging love to its lone mateIn the ivy bower disconsolate;Yoice the sweetest ever heard 1(14) in 5 M ?^S >1
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# THE YEAR 1818 And your brow more . . . Than the sky Of this azure Italy. Mary dear^ come to me soon, I am not well whilst thou art far; As sunset to the sphered moon, As twilight to the western star. Thou, beloved, art to me. 0 Mary dear, that you were here;The Castle echo whispers Here ! * ^EsTE, September, 1818. 1 Compare this poem, written to Mary Shelley during thepoets brief absence from her at Este, with her own de-scription of the place, which soon afterward became theirhome: — The villa was situated on the very overhanging brow of alow hill at the foot of a range of higher ones. ... A slightravine, with a road in its depth, divided the garden from thehni, on which stood the ruins of the ancient castle of Este,whose dark massive waU, gave forth an echo, and from whoseruined crevices owls and bats flitted forth at night, as thecrescent moon sunk behind the black and heavy battlements. (15) WITH SHELLEY IN ITALY LINES WEITTEN AMONG THE EUGANEANHILLS ^ October, 1818 Many a gre

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