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316 JOURNAL OF AN EXCURSION FROM
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XLVIII—JOURNAL OF AN EXCURSION FROM
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^ ^ Alx the first days of the month of A...
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__ - A __ A Liittiie Book This Is, Bound...
Too To hide , too hltouch shyly , the half wound the love I come I feel to , heal rougy
Or even ( O ! pardon ) , wayward and unjust , , To wrong thee by some moment of mistrust .
41 Xet I would die for thee , and thou for me ; We know this of each other , and forgive
These tremblings of our faint humanity , So prompt to die , yet so afraid to live . Look up to heavenand wait ! Love greets us thence
Disrobed of its earthl , y impotence , _* Man ' s perfect love—below still doom'd to be Stronger than death , feebler than infancy . "
44 I _WENT TO LOOK TOR HOSES . 44 1 went to look for roses
Alas When a withered _snoTv was thorn on the -bush ground , Was , all the flowers I found !
"I thought of summer-blossoms Aliht with dews of morn
And down g I sate me weeping , Beside the barren thorn . x
44 4 O spake madness a grey ! not -hair to 'd know neighbour , —
The time of living roses Is not the time of snow . ' 44 Fie on such foolish comfort !
It never dried one tear ; I am weeping for my roses
Because they are not here . "
316 Journal Of An Excursion From
316 JOURNAL OF AN EXCURSION FROM
Xlviii—Journal Of An Excursion From
XLVIII—JOURNAL OF AN EXCURSION FROM PALERMO TO ALCAMO AND SEGKESTE . , 11 , . _» I
^ ^ Alx The First Days Of The Month Of A...
_^ _^ Alx the first days of the month of April were wet and stormy , and we were obliged to put off from day to day our long-th . ough . t-of
journey to Segeste . But on the evening of the 9 th , when we were drinking tea at the
house of our friend , the Signora F _, the clouds cleared awayv and the stars shone out so brightlythat we all cried out— " courage
let us start to-morrow . " So we called , up our faithful coachman , ,, " Giuseppe" to make all the necessary arrangements . As this
said coachman , will play a great part in my story , I must say a few words about him . First and foremost , he is an enthusiastic
Garibaldian . He was in the service of Garibaldi in 1860 , and was
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), July 1, 1863, page 316, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01071863/page/28/
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