A Guide to the Lakes, in Cumberland, Westmorland, and Lancashire: By the Author of the Antiquities of Furness

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W. Richardson; J. Robson; and W. Pennington, Kendal, 1789 - 311 Seiten
 

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Seite 211 - Grasmere-water; its margin is hollowed into small bays with bold eminences: some of them rocks, some of soft turf that half conceal and vary the figure of the little lake they command. From the shore a low promontory pushes itself far into the water, and on it stands a white village with the parish...
Seite iii - A wilderness of sweets; for Nature here • • Wanton'd as in her prime, and play'd at will Her virgin fancies, pouring forth more sweet, Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.
Seite 213 - Langsledale in which Wrynose and Hard-knot, two great mountains, rise above the rest. From thence the fells visibly sink and soften along its sides, sometimes they run into it, (but with a gentle declivity) in their own dark and natural complexion, oftener they are green and cultivated with farms interspersed and round eminences on the border covered with trees: towards the South it...
Seite 45 - Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, Here earth and water seem to strive again ; Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd : Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.
Seite 217 - ... sands) told me in his dialect a moving story. How a brother of the trade, a cockier (as he styled him), driving a little cart with two daughters (women grown) in it, and his wife on horseback following, set out one day to pass the...
Seite 248 - Night rushes down, and headlong drives the day: 'T is here, in different paths, the way divides ; The right to Pluto's golden palace guides; The left to that unhappy region tends, Which to the depth of Tartarus descends; The seat of night profound, and punish'd fiends.
Seite 256 - O'er whose unhappy waters, void of light, No bird presumes to steer his airy flight; Such deadly stenches from the depths arise, And steaming sulphur, that infects the skies. From hence the Grecian bards their legends make, And give the name Avernus to the lake. Four sable bullocks, in the yoke untaught, For sacrifice the pious hero brought.
Seite 158 - The vessel was provided with six brass cannon, mounted on swivels ; on discharging one of these pieces, the report was echoed from the opposite rocks, where, by reverberation, it seemed to roll from cliff to cliff, and return through every cave and valley, till the decreasing tumult gradually died away upon the ear.
Seite 210 - Castlerigg, and the sun breaking out, discovered the most enchanting view I have yet seen of the whole valley behind me, the two lakes, the river, the mountains all in their glory ; so that I had almost a mind to have gone back again.
Seite 198 - To ftart again at his command, Who rules fire, water, air, and land, I view with wonder and delight, A pleafing, though an awful fight : For, feen with them, the verdant ifles Soften with more delicious...

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