Tales and Stories. Мэри Шелли

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      Published by Good Press, 2019

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Table of Contents

       I. THE SISTERS OF ALBANO.

       II. FERDINANDO EBOLI.

       III. THE EVIL EYE.

       IV. THE DREAM.

       V. THE MOURNER.

       VI. THE FALSE RHYME.

       VII. A TALE OF THE PASSIONS; OR, THE DEATH OF DESPINA.

       VIII. THE MORTAL IMMORTAL.

       IX. TRANSFORMATION.

       X. THE SWISS PEASANT.

       XI. THE INVISIBLE GIRL.

       XII. THE BROTHER AND SISTER.

       XIII. THE PARVENUE.

       XIV. THE POLE.

       XV. EUPHRASIA.

       XVI. THE ELDER SON.

       XVII. THE PILGRIMS.

I.

       THE SISTERS OF ALBANO.

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      “And near Albano’s scarce divided waves

      Shine from a sister valley;—and afar

      The Tiber winds, and the broad ocean laves

      The Latian coast where sprang the Epic war,

      ‘Arms and the Man,’ whose re-ascending star

      Rose o’er an empire; but beneath thy right

      Tully reposed from Rome; and where yon bar

      Of girdling mountains intercepts the sight

      The Sabine farm was till’d, the weary bard’s delight.”

      It was to see this beautiful lake that I made my last excursion before quitting Rome. The spring had nearly grown into summer, the trees were all in full but fresh green foliage, the vine-dresser was singing, perched among them, training his vines: the cicada had not yet begun her song, the heats therefore had not commenced; but at evening the fire-flies gleamed among the hills, and the cooing aziola assured us of what in that country needs no assurance—fine weather for the morrow. We set out early in the morning to avoid the heats, breakfasted at Albano, and till ten o’clock passed our time in visiting the Mosaic, the villa of Cicero, and other curiosities of the place. We reposed during the middle of the day in a tent elevated for us at the hill-top, whence we looked on the hill-embosomed lake, and the distant eminence crowned by a town with its church. Other villages and cottages were scattered among the foldings of mountains, and beyond we saw the deep blue sea of the southern poets, which received the swift and immortal Tiber, rocking it to repose among its devouring waves. The Coliseum falls and the Pantheon decays—the very hills of Rome are perishing—but the Tiber lives for ever, flows for ever, and for ever feeds the land-encircled Mediterranean with fresh waters.

      Our summer and pleasure-seeking party consisted of many: to me the most interesting person was the Countess Atanasia D——, who was as beautiful as an imagination of Raphael, and good as the СКАЧАТЬ