O vedovate da perpetuo gelo Terre, è d’incerto di mesto sorriso, Addio! * * * Questo petto anelo Scosse di gioia un palpito improvviso, Quando il Tiranno splendido del cielo Mi rivelò d’Italia il paradiso.—NICCOLINI. I have found it a pleasant thing while travelling to have in the carriage the works of those who have passed through the same country. Sometimes they inform, sometimes they excite curiosity. If alone, they serve as society; if with others, they suggest matter for conversation.…
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