The Pilgrim in Italy, by W. Beattie

The Pilgrim in Italy, by W. Beattie

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1849 edition. Excerpt: ...all around, the shrill cicala's note Makes serenade from every chestnut-tree: Blithe echo answers to the bleating goat, And evening sets the weary oxen free. And now the parched earth pants thro' all her pores, And dews, by noon exhaled, the night restores: xxxiv. Fresh dews--from which the fevered soil imbibes A vital draught, and thence to every leaf And bud and flower, thro' nature's bloomy tribes--To swell the grape, to fructify the sheaf--Its mystic, vivifying, course describes. Sweet is the scene, as if the voice of grief, The din of war, had never reached the clime, Nor Virtue mourned the ravages of crime. XXXV. How glorious are those skies--how fair that earth! Where every vale from Syla to the sea--Tho' scarred by floods, and scorched by fire--gives birth To bounteous harvests; even from agony Elicits health; from woe the seeds of mirth; From waste new wealth. So by adversity, Chastened but not subdued, the generous mind Bears nobler fruit--a harvest more refined.... XXXVI. Morn'; blush is on the hills, --how fresh the hour! O'er the smooth lake I launch my silent prow, And seek the shade of old Fontana's tower, Where still the immortal aloe loves to blow, And tender blossoms find a sheltered bower. But well its shattered halls and arches show Where last the earthquake, and volcano's breath, Threw wide the dismal avenues of death!--XXXVII. 'T was Autumn.--Thro' Calabria, far and wide, Strange meteors gleamed, portentous sounds were heard; Music forsook the street; o'er land and tide Strong terror fell on man, and beast, and bird: The sickle, loom, and plough were laid aside, The nuptial feasts, from day to day, deferred; Heaven frowned, man trembled, earth shut up her springs, And green Miasma flapped her dragon-wings. XXXVIII. more

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  • Paperback | 32 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 77g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236491874
  • 9781236491879