"Farewell, mountain springs from the waters, and elevated to heaven; unequal peaks, known to those who grew among you, and impressed upon his mind, not least that it is the aspect of 'his closest family members; torrents,' which distinguishes the murmur, like the sound of the voices of home and being white villas scattered on the slope, like flocks of grazing sheep goodbye! How sad it is up to those who grew up among you, it has gone away! At the same fantasy that it willingly, attracted by the hope of making a fortune elsewhere, lose their charms, at that moment, the dreams of wealth, he wonders of having been able to solve, and then revert back, if you did not think that one day, come back wealthy. The more you advance in the plan, its eye withdrew, disgusted and tired of quell'ampiezza uniform, the air seems heavy and lifeless; rode sad and listless in the tumultuous city, the houses added to homes, roads that lead into the streets, it seems that the Levin breath, and admired by the stranger in front of the buildings, he thinks, restless with desire, or pasture of his country, the little house that has already set his heart upon, for a long time, and that it will buy, full back to 'its mountains.
But who had never gone beyond those of even a desire fugitive, who had made them in all the designs of the future, and is something thrown away, by a force of evil! Chi, detached at once the most expensive habits, and disturbed the dearest hopes to leave these 'mountains, to start in quest of strangers who never wanted to know, with the imagination and can not get a date set for the return! Farewell, birthplace, where, sitting, with unconscious thought, one learned to distinguish from the noise of 'the common steps of a step expected noise with a mysterious fear.
Farewell, foreign home again, home glanced at many times in passing, passing, and not without a blush, in which the mind imagined a peaceful and perpetual bride.
Goodbye, church, where the soul returned many times peaceful, singing the praises of the Lord, where he was promised, prepared a ritual, where the secret sigh of the heart had to be solemnly blessed, and love be commanded, and called holy, good-bye! Who gave you so much for everything is gaiety, and never disturbs the joy of 'his children, except to prepare for them a more certain and larger.
of this kind, if not exactly these were the thoughts of Lucy, and little different thoughts of the other two pilgrims, while the boat was approaching the right bank of the Adda. "
Chapter VIII of "The Betrothed"
Tivano the short run and the two local winds to blow to our civil commitment 
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