Mount Etna from Taormina

Harvest in the Vineyard
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom,
Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom,
Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,
And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!

The Eruption of Vesuvius

A Roman Offering

Homage to Leonardo da Vinci
You do ill to praise,
but worse to censure,
what you do not understand.

At the Garden Shrine, Pompeii

Scene at Pompeii

Bed of the Torrent Mugnone, near Florence

Young Girls of Ischia
Italy and the spring and first love all together, should suffice to make the gloomiest person happy.
B. Russell

Francis of Assisi and the Heavenly Melody

La Primavera
You may have the universe if I may have Italy.
Verdi

Dominicans. A Convent Garden, near Florence

Flora: Spring in the Gardens of the Villa Borghese

The Ponte Vecchio

Pressing Grapes

A Tale from the Decameron
No story is so unseemly as to
prevent anyone from telling it,
provided it is told
in seemly language.

Lake Como
I love the language, that soft bastard Latin,
Which melts like kisses from a female mouth,
And sounds as if it should be writ on satin
With syllables which breathe of the sweet South.
Lord Byron

Dante in Exile
Come, follow me, and leave the world to its babblings.

Head of a Roman Maiden

Scene in Venice
Between the still-slumbering walls of brick and marble,
beneath the ribbon of the sky,
more and more brightly
gleamed the ribbon of the water.

Etruscan Girl

At Capri

A Sculpture Gallery
I saw the angel in the marble and
carved until I set him free.

Two Little Italian Girls by a Village

Street Scene at Capri
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast
The fatal gift of beauty.

Italian Lakes

Lucretia Borgia Reigns in the Vatican in the Absence of Pope Alexander VI

The Old Well, Bordighera

Artist and Students Before a Model
Painting is silent poetry,
and poetry is painting
with the gift of speech.

Cliffs of Volterra