From Monte Motterone you survey the Lombard plain. It is a towering dome of green among a hundred pinnacles of grey and rust-red crags. At dawn the summit of the mountain has an eagle eye for the far Venetian boundary and the barrier of the Apennines; but with sunrise come the mists. The vast brown level is seen narrowing in; the Ticino and the Sesia waters, nearest, quiver on the air like sleepy lakes; the plain is engulphed up to the high ridges of the distant Southern mountain range, which lie stretched to a faint cloud-like line, in shape like a solitary monster of old seas crossing the Deluge. Long arms of vapour stretch across the urn-like valleys, and gradually thickening and swelling upward, enwrap the scored bodies of the ashen-faced peaks and the pastures of the green mountain, till the heights become islands over a forgotten earth. Bells of herds down the hidden run of the sweet grasses, and a continuous leaping of its rivulets, give the Motterone a voice of youth and homeliness amid that stern company of Titan-heads, for whom the hawk and the vulture cry. The storm has beaten at them until they have got the aspect of the storm. They take colour from sunlight, and are joyless in colour as in shade. When the lower world is under pushing steam, they wear the look of the revolted sons of Time, fast chained before scornful heaven in an iron peace. Day at last brings vigorous fire; arrows of light pierce the mist-wreaths, the dancing draperies, the floors of vapour; and the mountain of piled pasturages is seen with its foot on the shore of Lago Maggiore. Down an extreme gulf the full sunlight, as if darting on a jewel in the deeps, seizes the blue-green lake with its isles. The villages along the darkly-wooded borders of the lake show white as clustered swans; here and there a tented boat is visible, shooting from terraces of vines, or hanging on its shadow. Monte Boscero is unveiled; the semicircle of the Piedmontese and the Swiss peaks, covering Lake Orta, behind, on along the Ticinese and the Grisons, leftward toward and beyond the Lugano hills, stand bare in black and grey and rust-red and purple. You behold a burnished realm of mountain and plain beneath the royal sun of Italy. In the foreground it shines hard as the lines of an irradiated Cellini shield. Farther away, over middle ranges that are soft and clear, it melts, confusing the waters with hot rays, and the forests with darkness, to where, wavering in and out of view like flying wings, and shadowed like wings of archangels with rose and with orange and with violet, silverwhite Alps are seen. You might take them for mystical streaming torches on the border-ground between vision and fancy. They lean as in a great flight forward upon Lombardy.

"Renaissance in Italy" is one of the best-known works by John Addington Symonds. This edition includes: Volume 1: The Spirit of the Renaissance Italian History The Age of the Despots The Republics The Florentine Historians 'The Prince' of Machiavelli The Popes of the Renaissance The Church and Morality Savonarola Charles VIII... Volume 2: The Men of the Renaissance First Period of Humanism Second Period of Humanism Third Period of Humanism Fourth Period of Humanism Latin Poetry... Volume 3: The Problem for the Fine Arts Architecture Painting Venetian Painting Life of Michael Angelo Life of Benvenuto Cellini The Epigoni... Volume 4: The Origins The Triumvirate The Transition Popular Secular Poetry Popular Religious Poetry Lorenzo De' Medici and Poliziano Pulci and Boiardo Ariosto... Volume 5: The Orlando Furioso The Novellieri The Drama Pastoral and Didactic Poetry The Purists Burlesque Poetry and Satire Pietro Aretino History and Philosophy... Volume 6-7: The Spanish Hegemony The Papacy and the Tridentine Council The Inquisition and the Index The Company of Jesus Social and Domestic Morals Torquato Tasso The "Gerusalemme Liberata" Giordano Bruno Fra Paolo Sarpi Guarini, Marino, Chiabrera, Tassoni Palestrina and the Origins of Modern Music The Bolognese School of Painters...