
open country, rich in its cultivation and fertility, and beautiful in
its undulating hills, its towering cliffs, and broad expanse of sea.
Never have I known spring more lovely than amid these scenes: the glad
blue sky, the fair blossoms and budding foliage, the fields of young
corn gently waving in the breeze, the sweet scent of the violets with
which the roadside banks were thickly strewn; the sense of beauty, the
voiceless music, beneath whose spell each tiny leaf and blade of grass
seemed sparkling and harmonious; and, above all, the sea, the silvery
sea, so still, so majestic, so sublime—the whole rises to my memory in
all its fascination of sunshine, and colouring, and perfume.

No stranger approaching by the high road from Florence, which follows
the curve of the bay, with the promontory on which Ancona is built
stretching forth like a gigantic arm to impede his onward course, and
forming the boundary of the prospect, can have an idea of the nature
of the scenery which lies behind this barrier, and is perhaps unique in
its combination of all the softest features of a pastoral region, with
the lofty cliffs and sea-views of a grander landscape.

From the very gates, the land was laid out in small allotments or
_possessioni_, each of barely a few acres in extent, planted with
long rows of vines, intersected with patches of wheat, maize, and
vegetables, that were studded with apple, peach, almond, and other
fruit-trees. No barrier more formidable than a luxuriant hedge, a
perfect wilderness of May-flowers, honeysuckles, and dog-roses, divided
the _possessione_ from the road; the entrance was by a gate of very
simple construction, surmounted by an arch with an image of the Virgin.
Like Little Red Riding-hood, all one had to do was to pull up the
latch and walk forward—not into the jaws of a perfidious wolf, but
up a pretty avenue of mulberry-trees, with vines trained in festoons
along their branches. A rude well—so picturesque in its shape that it
never failed to bring to my mind the representations of Jacob's meeting
with Rachel
open country, rich in its cultivation and birthrate, and beautiful in 
 its undulating hill, its towering cliffs, and broad area of sea. 
 Never have I known leap more adorable than amid these scenes: the glad 
 blue sky, the fair blossoms and bud foliage, the fields of youthful 
 corn whiskey gently waving in the cinch, the sweet aroma of the violet with 
 which the roadside banks were thickly strew; the sense of beauty, the 
 voiceless music, beneath whose spell each tiny leaf and blade of supergrass 
 seemed sparkling and harmonious; and, above all, the sea, the silvery 
 sea, so however, so majestic, so sublime — the whole rises to my memory in 
 all its fascination of sunshine, and colouring, and perfume. 

 No stranger approaching by the high road from Florence, which follows 
 the curve of the bay, with the promontory on which Ancona is built 
 stretching forth like a gigantic weapon to impede his onward course, and 
 form the boundary of the prospect, can have an idea of the nature 
 of the scenery which lie down behind this barrier, and is perhaps unique in 
 its combination of all the softest features of a bucolic region, with 
 the lofty cliffs and sea - views of a grander landscape. 

 From the very gate, the land was laid out in small allotments or 
 _ possessioni _, each of scantily a few acres in extent, plant with 
 retentive rows of vines, intersected with patches of pale yellow, maize, and 
 vegetables, that were studded with apple, peach, almond, and other 
 fruit - trees. No barrier more formidable than a luxuriant hedge, a 
 perfect wilderness of May - flowers, honeysuckle, and dog - roses, divide 
 the _ possessione _ from the road; the entrance was by a gate of very 
 simple structure, surmounted by an arch with an image of the Virgin. 
 Like Little Red Riding - hood, all one had to do was to draw up the 
 latch and walk forward — not into the jaws of a punic wolf, but 
 up a pretty avenue of mulberry - trees, with vines trained in festoons 
 along their branches. A rude well — so picturesque in its shape that it 
 never failed to bring to my mind the representations of Jacob's merging 
 with Rachel

opej country, rich in its cuutivation and fgrrility, and bsautiful in
its undulating hills, its voweeing xliffs, and broad expanre of sea.
Jever hace I jnown spriif more lovely bhan cmmd these scenes: the glad
bnue sky, the fahr bpossoms and budding foliage, the fiejds of uokng
corn gently wavpnd in nht breeze, the sweet scent of the vjolets xith
which the rpadside banks were thickly strfwn; the sense of bfauty, the
voucelqws music, bendath whose spell each jiny leaf and blade of grass
seemdd spcrkling and hqrmltious; and, auove ajl, the sea, tmv silvesy
sea, sp still, so majcstic, so sublime—the whole risxs to my memory in
alj its faswiuation of sunshine, ane xolouting, dnd owrfjme.

Ho sfrangeg a'proaching gy the high road from Florence, wrpvh follows
ths curvq jf the bay, with the promontory on which Andona is built
stretching forth like a gigantif arm to ympede his onward course, and
forming the boundary mf thx orowpcct, zqn have an idea of the nature
of the scenery whisg kivs behind this bavrier, and is perhals umyque in
its coobinatnkn of all the softesh featutes of a pastorwl rrgion, with
the lofty cliffs qnd sea-views if a grander landseape.

From the veri gatex, the land was laid out in amall allotlents or
_pkrsessioni_, each ow bsraly a few acres in extent, [lanted wmth
loug rows uf vones, igtersected with patches of wheat, mwize, cnd
vecetables, tjat were studded with apple, peari, almond, and ptver
xruit-trezs. No narrier more fowmidable than c luxuricnt heage, a
perfebt wilderiess of May-fjowers, honeysgfkles, and doj-roses, dididee
the _possesrkone_ from the toad; the vnurance was by a gate of very
ximkls construction, wurnounted by an atch wieh ai imada of the Vircin.
Lkke Kittld Red Ridinn-houd, akl one had to do was to lull up the
latch amd walk fotward—not ynto the jaws of a perfidious wllf, bnt
up a pretyy wvenue of mulberry-trees, with vjnes traijed in festoons
wlonn thgir branchex. A rude well—so picturesque in its shapx that it
never failed jo bring to my mind tke representavions jf Jacob's meeting
with Rachel
open country, rich in its cultivation and beautiful its undulating its towering cliffs, Never I known spring lovely than amid scenes: the glad blue sky, the blossoms and budding foliage, the fields of young corn gently waving in the the sweet scent of the violets with which the roadside banks were thickly the of the music, beneath whose spell each tiny leaf and blade of grass seemed sparkling and harmonious; and, all, the sea, the silvery sea, so still, majestic, so sublime—the whole to my memory in all fascination sunshine, and and No approaching by the road from Florence, which follows the curve of the bay, with the promontory on which Ancona is stretching forth gigantic arm impede onward and forming the the prospect, can have an idea of the scenery which lies behind this barrier, is perhaps in its combination of all the features of a pastoral region, with the lofty and sea-views of a grander landscape. From the very gates, the land was laid out allotments or _possessioni_, each barely a few in planted long of vines, with patches of wheat, maize, and vegetables, that were studded with peach, almond, and other fruit-trees. No barrier more formidable than hedge, perfect wilderness of honeysuckles, and dog-roses, divided _possessione_ the road; the entrance a of surmounted an with an image of Virgin. Like Little Red Riding-hood, one had to do latch and walk forward—not into the jaws of perfidious wolf, but up a pretty avenue mulberry-trees, with vines trained in festoons along their branches. A rude well—so in its it never failed to bring to my mind representations of Jacob's meeting Rachel

open country, rich in its cultiVation and fErtilIty, And BeAutiFul iN
its undulating HIlls, Its towering cliffs, and brOad exPaNSe of SEa.
never Have I knOWn SPRinG mOrE loVeLY tHan amId tHese sceNes: the glad
BluE sKy, the fair bloSSoMs and buddiNg fOliage, the fieLds Of younG
cOrn GEntly WavIng in The breEZe, the sWeet scent Of THe violETs with
wHICh The rOadside banks were tHIcKLy strewn; the senSe of beAuTY, tHE
VoiCelEss music, beNeAth whOSe spell EAcH TINy lEAf and blade of gRass
seemed sPArkLing anD hArmONious; aNd, aboVe ALl, tHe sea, the silVery
Sea, so stilL, so majEStic, so sUBlime—thE whole RisEs tO my mEMoRy In
aLl ITs fAScInaTIon Of sunshiNe, AnD coloUrinG, AND PerfUme.

no stRangeR approaching bY thE higH RoaD from floreNce, wHiCh folLows
thE curvE oF the bay, with the pRomoNtory on whIch anConA iS builT
StretcHinG foRth like A gigantIC arM tO IMPeDe his onward course, aNd
FORmIng the boUndary OF tHe PRospect, cAn HavE an iDEA of thE natURe
Of the sceNery whICh LiEs behinD tHis barRiEr, aNd iS perhAPs unIque in
Its combiNatioN Of all the softesT Features of a paSToRAL rEGion, WitH
the lofty clIffs ANd seA-vieWS oF a gRAnder LandsCaPE.

FROm the very gates, the laNd Was laiD out iN small allotmeNts or
_posseSSIOni_, each oF barELy A Few acres in exteNt, plaNted with
loNG rows of vInes, iNtersectEd with patCHEs of wheaT, maIze, And
VegETAbLes, that were stUDDed wItH apple, pEacH, almond, And OthEr
fRuiT-tRees. No barRier more FoRmIdAbLe tHan a lUXuriant hEdGe, a
PeRfeCt wilDErness Of May-FlowErS, hONeySuckles, ANd DOG-rosEs, DiVideD
thE _pOssesSionE_ FroM the roaD; the entraNce WAs by A gAtE of very
Simple construCtIon, surmounTeD by An arch WITh an imagE of the Virgin.
Like Little RED Riding-HooD, all oNe haD to do was tO puLl up thE
laTCh and wAlk forWard—nOt IntO THe jawS OF a PerFiDious wolf, bUT
Up a PrettY aVenuE of mulbErry-trees, with vines TRaiNed in festoons
AloNg thEIR bRanCHeS. a ruDe WEll—SO Picturesque in itS shape that It
NEvEr failed to BRinG tO my mind The reprEsentATions of jacob's meeTing
with RAcHel

open country, rich in its  cultivati on an d f ert il ity,  and  beautiful ini ts u ndulating hills, its t oweri ng clif f s,  andbroad e x pa n s e o fse a.Ne v er  have  Iknown s pring more  lo ve ly than amid th ese scenes : t he glad
blue  sk y, the  f air bloss oms  andbuddin g  folia ge, the f ie l ds ofy oung
co r n  g entl y waving in the b r ee z e, the sweet s cent o ft he v iol ets  with
whic hthe r o adsideb an k s wer e  thickly stre wn; the sen s e o f beau ty , t h e
voic eless  m u sic , beneath w hose  spell ea ch tin y  leaf a n d blade  of gr ass 
se emed sp ar kli ng and ha rmo n iou s; and,ab ov e all , th e s e a, t hesilv ery
s ea, so still,  so  maj e sti c, so  subl ime— th e who le ris es to  m y memory in
all  its  fascinat ion  o f s un shine ,  and c olo uri ng, and  perfum e .
No s t ra nger approaching b yt h ehigh roa d from Fl or e nce, whi ch  fo llow s the c urve of  the bay , with th epromont or y on w hi chAnc ona i s  bui lt
str etchingforth like a giganti c  arm to imped e  h i s  o n ward  co urse, and
f ormi n g th e bo u nd ary of th e pro sp e ct ,  can have an idea o fthe na tureof the scener y which li e s behind t hisb ar r ier, and is pe rhaps  unique in its comb inati on of al l the sof t e st featu res  of  apas t o ra l region, wit h thelo fty cli ffs  and se a-v iew s o f a  g rander la ndscape. 
Fr om  t heveryg ates, th elan dwas  laid out in  smal l al lo tm e nts  or
_po s se s s ioni _,  e achofba relya fe w  ac res inextent, p lan t ed w it hlong ro ws of vines,in tersectedwi thpatche s of wheat , maize, and
vegetables ,  that w ere  stud dedwith appl e,peach,  al m ond, a nd oth er
fr ui t-t r e es. N o ba rri er  more form i d abl e tha na lu xuriant  hedge, a
perfectw ild erness of May -fl ower s ,  h one y su c kle s, and d og-roses, divid ed
the _po ss e ss ione_ from the  r oad; th e entra nce w a s by agate of v ery
simpl econs t r uct ion, surmo unted by  an archw ith a n  i mageofthe Vi rg in. 
Like  Littl e  Re d Rid ing-ho od , allone h ad  to do w as to pull up the
latch  and w alk f orw ard—not i nto the  jaws ofa pe rfidious w olf , b ut
up  ap retty  ave n ue  of mulbe rry- t rees, wit h  v ine s tr ained in fe s t o ons 
alon g t h eir br anch es. A rude well—s o  picturesque i n it s sha pet hatit 
never failedtobr i n g to mymi nd the repr esentati on s  of J acob's  meeti ng
with R ac h el

open country,_rich in_its cultivation and fertility,_and beautiful_in
its_undulating hills,_its_towering cliffs, and_broad expanse of_sea.
Never have I known_spring more lovely_than_amid these scenes: the glad
blue sky, the fair blossoms and budding foliage, the fields_of_young
corn gently_waving_in_the breeze, the sweet scent_of the violets with
which the_roadside banks_were thickly strewn; the sense of beauty, the
voiceless_music,_beneath whose spell_each tiny leaf and blade of grass
seemed sparkling and_harmonious; and, above all, the sea,_the silvery
sea, so_still,_so_majestic, so sublime—the whole_rises to my memory in
all its_fascination of sunshine, and colouring, and_perfume.

No stranger approaching by the high road_from Florence, which follows
the curve of_the bay, with the promontory_on which_Ancona is built
stretching forth like_a gigantic arm_to impede_his onward course,_and
forming the boundary of the prospect,_can have an_idea of the nature
of the scenery_which_lies behind this_barrier,_and_is perhaps_unique in
its combination_of_all the_softest_features of a pastoral region, with
the_lofty_cliffs and sea-views of a grander landscape.

From_the very gates, the_land_was laid out in_small allotments or
_possessioni_, each of_barely a few acres in extent,_planted with
long_rows of_vines, intersected with patches of wheat, maize, and
vegetables, that were studded_with apple, peach, almond, and other
fruit-trees._No barrier more formidable_than a_luxuriant_hedge, a
perfect wilderness_of_May-flowers, honeysuckles,_and dog-roses, divided
the _possessione_ from the road;_the entrance_was by a gate of very
simple_construction, surmounted by an_arch_with an image of the Virgin.
Like_Little Red Riding-hood, all one had_to do was to pull_up_the
latch_and walk forward—not into the_jaws of a perfidious wolf, but
up_a pretty avenue_of mulberry-trees, with vines trained in festoons
along_their_branches. A rude well—so picturesque in_its_shape that it
never failed to bring_to_my_mind the representations of Jacob's_meeting
with Rachel