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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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ermitage in a state of intense bodily suffering,the worst effect of which was spoiUng the pleasure of Mary and C . Our guides on the occasion were complete savages. You have no idea of the horrible cries whichthey suddenly utter, no one knows why, the clamour, the vociferation, the tumult. C in her palanquin suffered most from it; and when I had gone on before, theythreatened to leave her in the middle of the road, whichthey would have done had not my Italian servant promisedthem a beating, after which they became quiet. Nothing,however, can be more picturesque than the gestures andthe physiognomies of these savage people. And when, inthe darkness of night, they unexpectedly begin to sing inchorus some fragments of their wild but sweet nationalmusic, the effect is exceedingly fine. Naples, Pebruary 25, 1819. There was a Greek city, sixty miles to the south ofNaples called Posidonia, now Pesto,i where still subsist1 Pesto in Italian, Paestum in English. — Ed. (80) ^ i i-i ^ c ^ :; c^
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THE YEAR 1818 three temples of Etruscan ^ architecture, one almost per-fect. From this city we have just returned. The weatherwas most unfavourable for our expedition. After twomonths of cloudless serenity, it began raining cats anddogs. The first night we slept at Salerno, a large citysituated in the recess of a deep bay; surrounded withstupendous mountains of the same name. A few milesfrom Torre del Greco we entered on the pass of themountains, which is a line dividing the isthmus of thoseenormous piles of rock which compose the southern boun-dary of the Bay of Naples and the northern one of that ofSalerno. On one side is a lofty conical hill, crowned withthe turrets of a ruined castle, and cut into platforms forcultivation; at least every ravine and glen, whose precipi-tous sides admitted of other vegetation than that of therock-rooted ilex; on the other, the sethereal snowy cragsof an immense mountain, whose terrible lineaments wereat intervals concealed or disclosed by volumes of

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