...between CHAPTER XX. PALO.— ALSIUM. Necnon Argolico dilectum littus Haleeo Alsium. Sir.. ITU, in H, The place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of...knights, and over them the sea-wind sang, Shrill, cliill, with flakes of foam. — TEKHTSON. FEW roads in Italy are now more frequented than the coastline...

...of barren land. On one side lay the ocean, and on one Lay a great water. . . . A ruined shrine . . . the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights ; and over them the sea wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. That little chapel is said to have been originally...

...the fittest that could be selected for the bleak words of Tennyson, — "A place of tombs Where lie the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sings, Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam." An old porteress with rusty keys admitted us within the...

...between CHAPTER XX. PALO.— ALSlüM. Nccnon Argolico dilectum littus Haleso Alsium. SIL. ITALICCS. The place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Olil knights, and over them the sea-wind sang, Shrill, chill, with (lakes of foam. — TKSSTSO.I. FEW...

...complete and contemptuous destruction of " massing stuff," of noble buildings, of gorgeous monuments, "Of tombs Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights," the fathers of the city. Under the year 1528, we have a curious illustration of the position of the...

...at full. Watch what I see, and lightly bring thee word." So saying, from the rnin'd shrine he stept, And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where...and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flukes of foam. He, stepping d»wn By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the sbining levels...

...I fortunately had my fly rod with me, so I left my friend to make a fire as best he could and . . . stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock Came on the shining levels of the lake. Without stopping, like the bold Sir Bedivere, till ' both my eyes were dazzled,' I soon put together...

...I fortunately had my fly rod with me, so I left my friend to make a fire as best he could and . . . stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock Came on the shining levels of the lake. Without stopping, like the bold Sir Bedivere, till ' both my eyes were dazzled,' I soon put together...

...I fortunately had my fly rod with me, so I left my friend to make a fire as best he could and . . . stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock Came on the shining levels of the lake. Without stopping, like the bold Sir Bedivere, till ' both my eyes were dazzled,' I soon put together...

...whose deserted cloisters the winds moan over the glories of the past. " A place of tombs, Where lie the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights; and over them the sea wind sings Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam." How different is this lonely spot from the last...