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Identifier: italiancastlesco00batcrich (find matches)
Title: Italian castles and country seats
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Batcheller, Tryphosa Bates, 1878-
Subjects: Castles -- Italy Historic buildings -- Italy Italy -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York, Longmans, Green, and Co.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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TiS^ AND COUNTRY SEATS part — the river, the Ponte Vecchio, the old palaces, somany of which, unfortunately, have been torn down— is always beautiful and always fascinating, and thesurrounding hills of the Apennines are exquisite toeternity; but the city itself, where we go every day,has so submitted to the notions of the outsider, thatthe real Italian flavor seems to have been lost. Theshops are beautiful, much better than in many of theItalian cities, but there is a foreign air about themthat does not seem natural. T. Tuscany, Florence, October But Arno wins us to the fair white walls,Where the Etrurian Athens claims and keepsA softer feeling for her fairer halls.Girt by her theatre of hills, she reapsHer corn, and wine, and oil, and Plenty leapsTo laughing life, with her redundant horn.Along the banks where smiling Arno sweepsWas modern Luxury of Commerce born,And buried Learning rose, redeemd to a new morn. Byron. This afternoon Count Cesnola, the nephew of theone-time directo

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