We are planning a trip up the Maggiore to-morrow, and we have to have a cake to take with us.
We are planning a trip up the Maggiore tomorrow, and we have to have a cake to take with us.
The Maggiore seemed kindling the heavens with its clear, fierce blast.
She looked away, gravely, toward the Maggiore rising from the midst of its clouds.
Before noon they had left Baveno on a steamer and were crossing the blue depths of Maggiore.
We rode past them for miles and miles, and soon came in sight of the far-famed Maggiore.
She looked away gravely toward the Maggiore rising from the midst of its clouds.
Or, if you want to be perfectly quiet, the other lake—Maggiore.
What is going on in Maggiore is going on equally in all the other sub-Alpine lakes of the Po valley.
Then came the quiet excursions on the lakes,—Lugano, Maggiore, Como: such a rest to our blistered feet!