Tuesday, August 12, 2008

from Vates by Thomas Gordon Hake, 1840


And then appeared the rapid flood of Eridanus in view, and at the distant termination of the plain stood Piacenza. As we rolled rapidly along, that town appeared nearer and more near, and soon its distant beauty resolved itself into the foul reality which everywhere marks the haunts of men. We passed through its rugged streets, and continued our journey amid rice-fields, irrigated by numerous canals, and enclosed with hedges of willow.

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