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Naples is the flower of paradise. The last adventure of my life.
— Naples
Naples is the flower of paradise. The last adventure of my life.
I won't say another word about the beauties of the city and its situation, which have been described and praised often. As they say here, "Vedi Napoli e poi muori! — See Naples and die!" One can't blame the Neapolitan for never wanting to leave his city, nor its poets singing its praises in lofty hyperboles: it would be wonderful even if a few more Vesuviuses were to rise in the neighbourhood.
A Mediterranean Paris. Such is Naples.
The turmoil and the daily come and go made Naples a populated and fibrillating city like Paris.
Naples and Paris: the two only capitals.
Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure, She spurneth disease, and misery, and famine, that crowd her sunny streets.
O fair, false city, thou gay and gilded harlot! Should meet the solemnity of death, in a sepulchre so foul and fearful!
Another revolution! Naples free and all of Italy in insurrection! How wonderful has been the march of the human mind in these last thirty years … so may it be till the last link of the chains of slavery is broken and the banner of freedom waves over the whole earth!
