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

"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."

"Therefore farewell, ye hills, and ye, ye envineyarded ruins! Therefore farewell, ye walls, palaces, pillars, and dome…"

"Our villa, perhaps, you never have seen; It lies on the slope of the Alban hill; Lifting its white face, sunny and st…"

"The sacred Mount, Crowned with the citadel of Latin Jove, Hangs o’er Alba’s Lake, and o’er the towers Older than Rome…"