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Article A VISIT TO THE ENGLISH LAKES. ← Page 2 of 5 →
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A Visit To The English Lakes.
It is now dark , and nothing is heard but the murmur of " the sad sea waves , " as we seek our needful rest . In the morning we leave by the earl y train for Lake Side" Wooded Wiuandermere , tho river-lake , " where we embark on the snug little steamer , which bears ns on " The bosom of the steady lake . "
The scenery gets more and more beautiful as we advance inland , and " the bed of Windermere , Like a vast river , stretches in the sun . " The steamer is crowded , and the weather is grand , so we see the views to the best advantage ; they are really superb . The silver lake , bordered b y the
emerald and purple mountains , and dotted here and there with beautiful islands , ever changing , impresses us with a most favourable idea of the country . We call at the Ferry , with its inn shaded b y tall trees ; then pass Belle Isle ( the largest ) with its
mansion" A Grecian temple rising from the deep , and remarkable in history as the residence of " Robin the Devil . " We next call at Bowness , a famous place for boats and fishing . On the left we get a glimpse of Wray Castle . We call at Lowwood , possessing a large modern hotel , and peep at " Dove ' s Nest , " once the residence of Mrs . Hemans ; then leave " silver-sounding Windermere , "
- " with all its fairy crowds Of islands that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Amongst evening clouds , " and reach " white-walled Ambleside , " where we soon find lod gings , though the place is very crowded . After refreshing the inner man , we walk towards R ydal , the home of the poet .
" Our pathway leads us on to Botha ' s banks , " a tributary of the Brathay , a few yards above Windermere" Lovelier river is there none Underneath an English sun ; While its lucid waters take Their pastoral course from lake to lake , Till into Windermere sedate They flow , and uncontaminate . "
Nature has put on her brightest garment , and " freshly wave the woods of R ydal ; " ferns grow in abundance by the road side , and the trees form a cool shade to walk under . We pass the little village of R y dal , with its chapel" Lifting her front with modest grace , To make a fair recess more fair , " endowed by Lady le Fleming . We now saunter on to where
" the mere Seems firm as solid crystal , breathless , clear , And motionless ; aud to the gazer ' s eye , Deeper than ocean , in the immensity Of its vague mountains and unreal sky . " It is a little beauty ; studded with green islands , it looks like a gem set in the mountains . " Here , " says Mason , " Nature has performed everything in little which she usuall y executes on her larger scale , and on that account , like the
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Visit To The English Lakes.
It is now dark , and nothing is heard but the murmur of " the sad sea waves , " as we seek our needful rest . In the morning we leave by the earl y train for Lake Side" Wooded Wiuandermere , tho river-lake , " where we embark on the snug little steamer , which bears ns on " The bosom of the steady lake . "
The scenery gets more and more beautiful as we advance inland , and " the bed of Windermere , Like a vast river , stretches in the sun . " The steamer is crowded , and the weather is grand , so we see the views to the best advantage ; they are really superb . The silver lake , bordered b y the
emerald and purple mountains , and dotted here and there with beautiful islands , ever changing , impresses us with a most favourable idea of the country . We call at the Ferry , with its inn shaded b y tall trees ; then pass Belle Isle ( the largest ) with its
mansion" A Grecian temple rising from the deep , and remarkable in history as the residence of " Robin the Devil . " We next call at Bowness , a famous place for boats and fishing . On the left we get a glimpse of Wray Castle . We call at Lowwood , possessing a large modern hotel , and peep at " Dove ' s Nest , " once the residence of Mrs . Hemans ; then leave " silver-sounding Windermere , "
- " with all its fairy crowds Of islands that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Amongst evening clouds , " and reach " white-walled Ambleside , " where we soon find lod gings , though the place is very crowded . After refreshing the inner man , we walk towards R ydal , the home of the poet .
" Our pathway leads us on to Botha ' s banks , " a tributary of the Brathay , a few yards above Windermere" Lovelier river is there none Underneath an English sun ; While its lucid waters take Their pastoral course from lake to lake , Till into Windermere sedate They flow , and uncontaminate . "
Nature has put on her brightest garment , and " freshly wave the woods of R ydal ; " ferns grow in abundance by the road side , and the trees form a cool shade to walk under . We pass the little village of R y dal , with its chapel" Lifting her front with modest grace , To make a fair recess more fair , " endowed by Lady le Fleming . We now saunter on to where
" the mere Seems firm as solid crystal , breathless , clear , And motionless ; aud to the gazer ' s eye , Deeper than ocean , in the immensity Of its vague mountains and unreal sky . " It is a little beauty ; studded with green islands , it looks like a gem set in the mountains . " Here , " says Mason , " Nature has performed everything in little which she usuall y executes on her larger scale , and on that account , like the