Sicily

"She dreams of Love, upon the temple stair, In all the drowsy, warm, Sicilian air."

"Now let hot Etna cool in Sicily, And be my heart an ever-burning hell!"

"The climate’s delicate; the air most sweet, Fertile the isle, the temple much surpassing The common praise it bears."

"O Singer of Persephone! Dost thou remember Sicily?"

"They never want to improve. They think themselves perfect. Their vanity is greater than their misery."