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rise, in the scale of ideality and simplicity, from Juliet to Miranda ;-the last being in comparison so refined, so elevated above all stain of earth, that we can only acknowledge her in connexion with it through the emotions of sympathy she feels and inspires.

I remember, when I was in Italy, standing “ at evening on the top of Fesole,” and at my feet I beheld the city of Florence and the Val d'Arno, with its villas, its luxuriant gardens, groves, and olive grounds, all bathed in crimson light. A transparent vapour or exhalation, which in its tint was almost as rich as the pomegranate flower, moving with soft undulation, rolled through the valley, and the very earth seemed to pant with warm life beneath its rosy veil. A dark purple shade, the forerunner of night, was already stealing over the east; in the western sky still lingered the blaze of the sunset, while the faint perfume of trees, flowers, and now and then a strain of music wafted upwards, completed the intoxication of the

But I looked from the earth to the sky,

senses.

and immediately above this scene hung the soft crescent moon-alone, with all the bright heaven to herself: and as that sweet moon to the glowing landscape beneath it, such is the character of Miranda compared to that of Juliet.

END OF VOL. I.

LONDON:

IBUTSON AND PALMER, PRINTERS, SAVOY STREET, STRAND.

rise, in the scale of ideality and simplicity, from Juliet to Miranda ;--the last being in comparison so refined, so elevated above all stain of earth, that we can only acknowledge her in connexion with it through the emotions of sympathy she feels and inspires.

I remember, when I was in Italy, standing “at evening on the top of Fesole,” and at my feet I beheld the city of Florence and the Val d'Arno, with its villas, its luxuriant gardens, groves, and olive grounds, all bathed in crimson light. A transparent vapour or exhalation, which in its tint was almost as rich as the pomegranate flower, moving with soft undulation, rolled through the valley, and the very earth seemed to pant with warm life beneath its rosy veil. A dark purple shade, the forerunner of night, was already stealing over the east; in the western sky still lingered the blaze of the sunset, while the faint perfume of trees, flowers, and now and then a strain of music wafted upwards, completed the intoxication of the

But I looked from the earth to the sky,

senses.

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