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Derwent, River
Borrowdale
Derwent Water
Thirlemere
Derwent Island
Company of Mines Royal
copper mine
gold
silver
Cocker, River
Cockermouth
Derwent Haven
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Whence soone the Muse proceeds, to find out fresher
Springs,
Where Darwent her cleere Fount from Borowdale
that brings,
Doth quickly cast her selfe into an ample Lake,
And with Thurls mighty Mere, betweene them two doe
make
An [star] Island, which the name from Darwent doth
derive,
Within whose secret breast nice nature doth contrive,
That mighty Copper Myne, which not without its Vaines,
Of Gold and Silver found, it happily obtaines
Of Royaltie the name, the richest of them all
That Britan bringeth forth, which Royall she doth
call.
Of Borowdale her Dam, of her owne named Isle,
As of her Royall Mynes, this River proud the while.
Keepes on her Course to Sea, and in her way doth win
Cleere Coker her compeere, which at her comming
in,
Gives Coker-mouth the name, by standing at her
fall,
Into fair Darwents Banks, when Darwent
therewithall,
Runnes on her watry Race, and for her greater fame,
Of Neptune doth obtaine a Haven of her name,
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Skiddaw
weather sign
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When the Cambrian Hills, proud Skiddo that
doth show
The high'st, respecting whom, the others be but low,
Perceiving with the Floods, and Forrests, how it far'd,
And all their severall tales substantially had heard,
And of the Mountaine kind, as of all other he,
Most like Parnassus selfe that is suppos'd to be,
Having a double head, as doth that sacred Mount,
Which those nine sacred Nymphs held in so hie account,
Bethinketh of himselfe what he might justly say,
When to them all he thus his beaties doth display.
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Furness Fells
Criffel?
Pennines, The
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The rough Hibernian sea, I proudly overlooke,
Amongst the scattered Rocks, and there is not a nooke,
But from my glorious height into its depths I pry,
Great Hills farre under me but as my Pages lye;
And when my Helme of Clouds upon my head I take,
At very sight thereof, immediately I make
Th'Inhabitants about, tempestuous stormes to feare,
And for faire weather looke, when as my top is cleere;
Great Fournesse mighty Fells, I on my South
survay:
So likewise on the North, Albania makes me way,
Her Countries to behold, when [star] Scurfell from
the skie,
That Anadale doth crowne, with a most amorous eye,
Salutes me every day, or at my pride lookes grim,
Oft threatning me with Clouds, as I oft threatning him:
So likewise in the East, that row of Mountaines tall,
Which we our English Alpes may very aptly call,
That Scotland here with us, and England doe
divide,
As those, whence we them name upon the other side,
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[star - island] The Isle of Darwent.
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[margin - Royal] The Mynes Royall.
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[star - Scurfell] A Hill in Scotland.
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Doe
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gazetteer links
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-- "Coker" -- Cocker, River
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-- "Cokermouth" -- Cockermouth
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-- "Scurfell" -- Criffel
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-- "Darwent Island" -- Derwent Isle
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-- "Darwent Haven" -- (Derwent Mouth)
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-- "Darwent" -- Derwent, River
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-- Furness Fells
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-- "English Alpes" -- Pennines, The
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-- "Skiddo" -- Skiddaw
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-- "Thurls Mere" -- Thirlmere
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