Days Spent On A Doges Farm PDF Download

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 edition. Excerpt: ... chapter xviii on the banks of the adige and palazzo rosso "Guai a voi quel giorno quando l'Adige s'alza dal letto."--Paleocapa. "V77E always found a cool wind there--a breath of melting icicles carried down on the back of the river from the eternal snows where its waters had found their birth some days, some hours back. Right through Gromboolia it runs, a mighty body covering a tempestuous soul. Lombard grasses, Lombard willows, rank tangles of a hundred southern plants flourish along its banks and bend to kiss the cooling flood. But it, remembering a mountain flora, bearing the embrace of primulas, of gentian, and of white sprayed saxifrage upon its lips, brushes these coarse plants a little roughly, as it seems, and goes its terrific way, swelling in enormous curves, with never a sound of wave, with no ripple against a stone, for its bed is spread with sand. A huge power suppressed, moving always onward to explore the Adriatic. Perhaps the same drops which filtered through a wooden pump in some distant village of the Tyrol will play about the feet of the Rialto or lap the steps of Doges' palaces in Venice. For hours one can lie and wonder near those green shores. There is something undeniably enlarging to the human mind in the contemplation of big rivers. This platitude is so stale that I ought not to dish it up to a satiated public; only the Adige, in its crossing of the plain, filled my mind with large and strange comparisons. A road runs along the top of either bank; and here for ever the donkey-carts crawl slowly, and the white oxen lumber by--great quiet beasts with an interminable calm in their dark eyes. Here small gigs rattle through the dust--a farmer or a bersagliere loun