Let no reader of Burns or Hogg expect to find in Carducci, however, the same type of nature-sense as abounds in the Saxon poets. The clear sky and sharp outlines of Italy do not encourage that gentle sentiment produced by the misty vagueness of hills and plains in the rain-laden atmosphere of the north. A poet of Greek-Latin race is not likely to give us the “Address to a Mountain Daisy,” the sweet tenderness of “Kilmeny,” the undefined melancholy of Tennyson’s “Dying Swan,” or even the cradling lusciousness of “Haroun Al-Raschid.” His landscape is altogether larger; his sky, clear, “stripped to its depths,” as Shelley says of that of Venice, renders distinct even small distant details of scarped or forest-clad hill, and, reflected in lake or sea or lighting up the mountains with amethyst and topaz, gives colours of greater brilliancy, though of less mystic warmth and depth, than does the ever-varying atmosphere of the British Isles. Macaulay and Longfellow have already observed the difference of the two types of mind in the exactitude of detail to be observed in Dante’s “Inferno” as compared with the vagueness of Milton’s “Hell,” and it is very noticeable also in the nature-descriptions of lyric poets. Take as an instance the opening of the following poem “All’Aurora” “To the Dawn”:— “Thou risest and kissest the clouds with thy rosy breath, O Goddess, Kissest the darkling tops of marble temples. The woods feel thee and rouse with a chilly shudder, The falcon springs upon the wing with robber joy, Whilst the garrulous nests are full of whisperings among the damp leaves, And the sea-gull screams grey over the purple sea. In the laborious plain the first to rejoice in thee are the rivers, Glittering tremulously among the murmurs of the poplars: The sorrel foal runs joyfully towards the deep-flowing streams, His maned head erect, neighing to the winds: The watchful valour of the dogs gives answer from the cabins And the whole valley resounds with lusty lowings. But man, whom thou awakenest to consume his life in work, Still regards thee with thoughtful admiration, Just as, in time gone by, the noble Aryan fathers Upright among their white flocks adored thee on the mountain.”