Quote#Nature
Still . . . fair, though scarce less old than Rome. Now once again at…
Quote byJohn William Mackail · 1859–1945
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "An Etruscan Ring", II; in T. S. Baynes and Lewis Campbell, eds., Alma Mater's Mirror (1887), p. 218.
English (original)
Still . . . fair, though scarce less old than Rome. Now once again at rest from wandering Across the high Alps and the dreadful sea, In utmost England let it find a home.
— John William Mackail
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