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page ix
It seemed the home of poverty and toil,
Though not of want: the little fields, made green
By husbandry of many thrifty years,
Paid cheerful tribute to the moorland House.
- There crows the Cock, single in his domain:
The small birds find in spring no thicket there
To shroud them; only from the neighbouring Vales
The Cuckoo, straggling up to the hill tops,
Shouteth faint tidings of some gladder place."
From this little Vale return towards Ambleside by Great
Langdale, stopping, if there be time, to see Dungeon-ghyll
waterfall.
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Coniston
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The Lake of
CONISTON
May be conveniently visited from Ambleside, but is seen to
most advantage by entering the country over the Sands from
Lancaster. The Stranger, from the moment he sets his foot on
those Sands, seems to leave the turmoil and traffic of the
world behind him; and, crossing the majestic plain whence
the sea has retired, he beholds, rising apparently from its
base, the cluster of mountains among which he is going to
wander, and towards whose recesses, by the Vale of Coniston,
he is gradually and peacefully led. From the Inn at the head
of Coniston Lake, a leisurely Traveller might have much
pleasure in looking into Yewdale and Tilberthwaite,
returning to his Inn from the head of Yewdale by a mountain
track which has the farm of Tarn Hows, a little on the
right: by this road is seen much
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-- "Blea Tarn" -- Blea Tarn
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-- (sands road, Lancaster Sands)
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