LINES WRITTEN BESIDE THE LAGO VARESE A. de Vere.

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ITALY.

Sanguinetto.

"THERE are two little rivulets which run from the Gualandro into the lake. The traveller crosses the first of these at about a mile after he comes into the plain, and this divides the Tuscan from the Papal territories. The second, about a quarter of a mile farther on, is called 'the bloody rivulet'; and the peasants point out an open spot to the left between the 'Sanguinetto' and the hills, which, they say, was the principal scene of slaughter." - Hobhouse's Notes to Childe Harold.

BROOK OF SANGUINETTO.

WE win where least we care to strive,

And where the most we strive we miss.

Old Hannibal, if now alive,

Might sadly testify to this.

He lost the Rome for which he came;
And what he never had in petto
Won for this little brook a name,
Its mournful name of Sanguinetto.

John Kenyon.