"Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears--soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony." SHAKESPEARE. The Beautiful Clime!--the Clime of Love! Thou beautiful Italy! Like a mother's eyes, the earnest skies Ever have smiles for thee! Not a flower that blows, not a beam that glows, But what is in love with thee!…
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