A Summer and winter in the two Sicilies Volume Ñ‚. 1
Julia Kavanagh
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, June 27, 2012)
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. 1858 edition. Excerpt: ... there was no need. What Italian requires to be told that Italy is lovely? He sees it, he feels it from his birth to his grave, and with a sort of happy carelessness he lets her be lovely. The more beautiful a man's mistress is, and the less will he talk of her beauty. He knows she is charming, everyone knows it, and if anyone doubts it, let him look at her face.' It is the stranger, the foreigner, who cannot be silent about Italy; who admires and raves, and, whilst he talks, the Italian hears him with a calm, provoking smile, that says plainly, you may praise her if you like it; I need not. She is mine, and for ever. SIXTH CHAPTER. Walks around Sorrento. Tum wears on, October has set in, and Sorrento is beautiful as in the spring-time of the year. Nature here does not weary of her smiles as in the north. She is glorious and prodigal to the last. Here and there a withering walnut-tree appears in the orchards; a little yellow and shivering aspen drops its leaves above the old brown wall into the path; or one of the stout oaks that climb the mountain side shows a red bough, but that is all. The bluish foliage of the olive, the verdant leaves of the orange and the lemon-tree die of a separate, individual death; no fatal season bids them at one time all decay and die.. When I went out on our loggia this morning, the sun was up, but still hidden behind the high eastern mountains. The fresh morning breeze gave exquisite purity to sea and sky; rosy and golden tints appeared through the mists that half veiled Ischia; a white edge, as of foam, softened the blue of the sea; the whole coast had a delicate grace of outlines, of hills melting on mountains, and mountains fading away on the morning paleness of the sky, that almost gave me a sense of...