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View from Castello di Vezio Varenna Lake Como in the end of Wayfarer's Path of Lierna.

Varenna Lake Como is a comune (municipality) on Lake Como in the Province of Lecco in Italy that borders the municipality of Lierna, located about 60 kilometres (37 mi) north of Milan.


  • In the past, on Lake Como, the rich only bought villas on the hills or high rocks of Lake Como, as Pliny did with Villa Commedia, in order not to lose sight and not to have flooding. The poor go to the shore to let the water lick your feet.
  • No sound of wheels or hoof-beat breaks / The silence of the summer day, / As by the loveliest of all lakes / I while the idle hours away. / I pace the leafy colonnade / Where level branches of the plane / Above me weave a roof of shade / Impervious to the sun and rain. / At times a sudden rush of air / Flutters the lazy leaves o'erhead, / And gleams of sunshine toss and flare / Like torches down the path I tread. / By Somariva's garden gate / I make the marble stairs my seat, / And hear the water, as I wait, / Lapping the steps beneath my feet. / The undulation sinks and swells / Along the stony parapets, / And far away the floating bells / Tinkle upon the- fisher's nets. / Silent and slow, by tower and town / The freighted barges come and go, / Their pendent shadows gliding down / By town and tower submerged below. / The hills sweep upward from the shore / With villas scattered one by one / Upon their wooded spurs, and lower / Bellagio blazing in the sun. / And dimly seen, a tangled mass / Of walls and woods, of light and shade, / Stands beckoning up the Stelvio Pass / Varenna with its white cascade. / I ask myself, Is this a dream? / Will it all vanish into air-? / Is there a land of such supreme / And perfect beauty anywhere? / Sweel vision! Do not fade away; / Linger until my heart shall take / Into itself the summer day, / And all the, beauty of the lake. / Linger until upon my brain / Is stamped an image of the scene, / Then fade into the air again, / And be as if thou hadst not been.
    • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Cadenabbia, 1874 [1], - In Longfellow’s words, the beauty of Lake Como is so unbelievably paradisiac that he’s worried it can fade away at any moment. Like all kinds of happiness in this life.
  • Who that looks on these tawny hills radling calm day new-born, Who that sips mead from Como’s stills his fragrant, sun-bathed morn, Will, bating reverende, record Fair Como’s wrathful, ways, And wont only ungrateful, hoard The tale of her «bade days’? To day her ripples play bo-peep, And dimple at the rocks Lack in melodious mimicry A sounding billow mocks
    • Jean Carlyle Graham, [2], Po Italy. Odes et episodes, 1917, Ed. Stab. di arti Grafiche Lazzeri. Siena

External links[edit]

  • Encyclopedic article on Varenna on Wikipedia