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NAPLES AND ITS ENVIRONS.
waves themselves. Cultivation has even crept into the
gorges in the mountains, so that their sides glow with
verdant trees and shrubs interspersed with the blossom
and fruit of the orange and with paler lemons which fill
the air with their delicious aroma. The orange thrives
wonderfully here, and strikes its roots into every possible
crevice, — beside wild precipices and tumble-down flights
of steps, in dilapidated courts, forsaken gardens, and wild
fields alike. Its delicious fragrance and luscious fruit are,
like God’s rain, for the just and the unjust, the prince and
the beggar alike.
Many brilliantly tinted blossoms add their beauty to the
vegetation, while the colors of sea and sky are indescrib-
able. The sea changes with emerald, ruby, topaz, and
sapphire tints, from the varying shadows and lights above
and the different colors of the rocks beneath, while the
sky serenely maintains its heavenly azure until the evening
glow deepens, and, inflaming the western horizon, flashes
up the purplish wine-color, the scarlet and orange, to mid-
heaven, and is reflected in the sea, while the distant coasts
grow black, the little boats that were visible a moment
before are no longer seen, and a softly stealing darkness
broods over the waves.
High up toward the twinkling stars the atmosphere has
a luminous, pearly radiance that makes one wonder into
what entrancing heights he might come, could he but soar
on wings from the topmost crag of Capri, which in this
light is like a ghost of the island we saw an hour ago.
Sorrento is built on three ravines, all crowded with trees.
The town hangs over the sea, and its pergolas and shrines
are high in air, while steep, narrow flights of steps — some-
times cut in the rocks and again hung on them — afford
a precarious means of passing here and there among the
draping vines, the ivy, the cytizus, and hundreds of blos-
soming plants Little bridges overhang the ravines at a
NAPLES AND ITS ENVIRONS.
waves themselves. Cultivation has even crept into the
gorges in the mountains, so that their sides glow with
verdant trees and shrubs interspersed with the blossom
and fruit of the orange and with paler lemons which fill
the air with their delicious aroma. The orange thrives
wonderfully here, and strikes its roots into every possible
crevice, — beside wild precipices and tumble-down flights
of steps, in dilapidated courts, forsaken gardens, and wild
fields alike. Its delicious fragrance and luscious fruit are,
like God’s rain, for the just and the unjust, the prince and
the beggar alike.
Many brilliantly tinted blossoms add their beauty to the
vegetation, while the colors of sea and sky are indescrib-
able. The sea changes with emerald, ruby, topaz, and
sapphire tints, from the varying shadows and lights above
and the different colors of the rocks beneath, while the
sky serenely maintains its heavenly azure until the evening
glow deepens, and, inflaming the western horizon, flashes
up the purplish wine-color, the scarlet and orange, to mid-
heaven, and is reflected in the sea, while the distant coasts
grow black, the little boats that were visible a moment
before are no longer seen, and a softly stealing darkness
broods over the waves.
High up toward the twinkling stars the atmosphere has
a luminous, pearly radiance that makes one wonder into
what entrancing heights he might come, could he but soar
on wings from the topmost crag of Capri, which in this
light is like a ghost of the island we saw an hour ago.
Sorrento is built on three ravines, all crowded with trees.
The town hangs over the sea, and its pergolas and shrines
are high in air, while steep, narrow flights of steps — some-
times cut in the rocks and again hung on them — afford
a precarious means of passing here and there among the
draping vines, the ivy, the cytizus, and hundreds of blos-
soming plants Little bridges overhang the ravines at a