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id: 19882
author: Black, C. B.
title: Itinerary through Corsica by its Rail, Carriage & Forest Roads
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  3 m. farther is the ramification, 4½ m. S., through the forest of Perticato by the Col d'Erbajo, 2090 ft., 3½ m. S., and the Bocca Melza, 2500 ft., 4½ m. S. From the Bocca Melza a very bad path leads 2 m. S. to the hamlet of Pinito. 2 m. farther is the summit of the Col de Prato with an inn, 3215 ft., 2850 ft. below, or 3 hours from the top of San Pietro, commanding a magnificent view of the Castagniccia or the Chestnut country, and the islands of Monte Christo, Pianosa, and Elba, floating in the haze between sky and water.


id: 41881
author: Dumas, Alexandre
title: The Corsican Brothers
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  It was the last dwelling-place of our famous ancestress Savilia, the widow of Lucien de Franchi. But a glance from Lucien de Franchi checked this intention in the bud.


id: 20263
author: Boswell, James
title: Boswell's Correspondence with the Honourable Andrew Erskine, and His Journal of a Tour to Corsica
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  But his appetite for knowing great men could never be satisfied. He observed that the Epicurean philosophy had produced but one exalted character, whereas Stoicism had been the seminary of great men.


id: 15565
author: Quiller-Couch, Arthur
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title:
  Sir John Constantine Memoirs of His Adventures At Home and Abroad and Particularly in the Island of Corsica: Beginning with the Year 1756

summary:
  Said my uncle Gervase after a pause, Then these Corsicans of yours, brother, stand as yet in no real danger, since the Genoese are yet harrying their island with fire and sword. How otherwise? Said my uncle, But where is your ship? Answered my father, If you will but step outside and pick up one of these fir-cones in the grass, you can almost toss it on to her deck.


