A GARDEN IN VENICE 



As at Shakespear's Cliff, but with brighter 

 colours — 



" The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, 

 Show scarce so gross as beetles." 



" The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, 

 Appear like mice; and yon tall anchoring bark, 

 Diminished to her cock; her cock a buoy 

 Almost too small for sight : the murmuring surge 

 That on the unnumbered idle pebbles chafes, 

 Cannot be heard so high." 



I have lately seen a pergola of masonry some- 

 thing similar at Venice in a garden bought by 

 Lady Radnor. But there is only one line of 

 columns, the crossbeams resting at the other side 

 on the outer wall that protects the garden from 

 the canal outside. The path underneath is paved 

 and sunk some two feet below the surface of the 

 ground and the result is charming. 



At Gravosa, that most lovely place that stands 

 on a bay back to back with Ragusa and its port, 

 the road that joins the two towns runs over the 

 promontory that rises between them, and along 

 that road may be seen some mediaeval, probably 

 Greek pergolas, the whole in a scene of witching 



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