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FAREWELL TO ITALY.
NAREWELL to the Land of the South!
Farewell to the lovely clime, Where the sunny valleys smile in light,
And the piny mountains climb!
On the sinking heart, while it sighs,
As the look of a face beloved,
Was that bright land to me!
Like music's witchery!
Farewell to the Land of the South !
The poet's splendid dreams
Have hallowed each grove and hill,
Are lingering round us still.
While we breathe our last farewell
A long, a last adieu,
Romantic Italy !
As once of the brave and free!
I shall never behold them more,
UR villa, perhaps, you never have seen;
It lies on the slope of the Alban hill; Lifting its white face, sunny and still, Out of the olives' pale gray green, That, far away as the eye can go, Stretch up behind it, row upon row. There, in the garden, the cypresses, stirred By the sisting winds, half musing talk, And the cool, fresh, constant voice is heard Of the fountains spilling in every walk. There stately the oleanders grow, And one long gray wall is aglow With golden oranges burning between Their dark stiff leaves of sombre green, And there are hedges all clipped and square, As carven from blocks of malachite, Where fountains keep spinning their threads of light, And statues whiten the shadow there.
And, if the sun too fiercely shine,
William Wetmore Story.
THE Sacred Mount, Crowned with the citadel of Latin Jove, Hangs o'er Alba's Lake, and o’er the towers Older than Rome, their daugliter. On its slopes
Aricia smiles, and stately Tusculum.
THERE would I linger, then go forth again ;
And he who steers due east, doubling the cape, Discovers, in a crevice of the rock, The fishing-town, Amalfi. Haply there A heaving bark, an anchor on the strand, May tell him what it is; but what it was, Cannot be told so soon.
The time has been, When on the quays along the Syrian coast, 'T was asked and eagerly, at break of dawn, “What ships are from Amalfi ? ” when her coins, Silver and gold, circled from clime to clime; From Alexandria southward to Sennaar, And eastward, through Damascus and Cabul And Samarcand, to thy great wall, Cathay.
Then were the nations by her wisdom swayed ; And every crime on every sea was judged According to her judgments. In her port