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 these trees, and hills and waves, that for ever whisper to me, leave thy cumbrous flesh, and make a part of us. I earnestly entreat you to take me away."

So on the fifteenth of August we bade adieu to our villa, and the embowering shades of this abode of beauty; to calm bay and noisy water-fall; to Evelyn's little grave we bade farewell! and then, with heavy hearts, we departed on our pilgrimage towards RomeRome. [sic]