Shakespeare's Inghilterra . rom molti amati amici, frommany di più dolce di uomini e donne che vivono sulla terra,e da una terra ormai come a lui cari come proprio.England è un paese che da vedere è per amore. Come youdraw vicino alle sue sponde si sono lieti in una volta sola conl'aria di sbadato finishand negligente grazia thateverywhere sovrasta theprospect. La fosca, wind-picchiato colline di Irlanda havefirst stato passato - hillscrowned, qui e là,con scuri, feroci towersthat simile strongholdsof antica bandit chiefs,e schisi dal dim valleysthat sembrano promettere end-meno mistero e romanticismo,hid in loro

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Shakespeare's England . rom many cherished friends, frommany of the gentlest men and women upon the earth, and from a land henceforth as dear to him as his own.England is a country which to see is to love. As youdraw near to her shores you are pleased at once withthe air of careless finishand negligent grace thateverywhere overhangs theprospect. The grim, wind-beaten hills of Ireland havefirst been passed — hillscrowned, here and there, with dark, fierce towersthat look like strongholdsof ancient bandit chiefs, and cleft by dim valleysthat seem to promise end-less mystery and romance, hid in their sombre depths.Passed also is whiteQueenstown, with its lovelylittle bay, its circle of greenhillsides, and its valiant fort; and picturesque Fastnet, with its gaily painted tower, has long been left behind.It is off the noble crags of Holyhead that the voyagerfirst observes with what a deft skill the hand of art hashere moulded natures luxuriance into forms of seemingchance-born beauty; and from that hour, wherever in. The Anchor Inn* 20 SHAKESPEARES ENGLAND rural England the footsteps of the pilgrim may roam, he will behold nothing but gentle rustic adornment, that has grown with the grass and the roses — greenergrass and redder roses than ever we see in our westernworld! In the English nature a love of the beautifulis spontaneous, and the operation of it is as fluentas the blowing of the summer wind. Portions ofEnglish cities, indeed, are hard and harsh and coarseenough to suit the most utilitarian taste; yet even inthose regions of dreary monotony the national love of flowers will find ex-?^ , , , A pression, and the peo- A -- I ^ pie, without being .-xKr aware of it, will, in ^-/ many odd little ways, f- beautify their homes and make their sur-roundings pictorial, at least to strangereyes. There is a toneof rest and home-like comfort even inmurky Liverpool; andgreat magnificence isthere — as well of

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