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here into a broad bason, discover in the midst Grasmere water,
its margin is hollowed into small bays, with eminences; some of
rock, 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 a parish church rising in the midst of it; hanging
inclosures, corn fields, and meadows, green as an emerald, with
their trees, and hedges, and cattle, fill up the whole space from
the edge of the water; and just opposite you, is a large farm
house, at the bottom of a steep smooth lawn, embosomed in old
woods, which climb half way up the mountains' sides, and discover
above, a broken line of crags, that crown the scene. Not a single
red tile, no staring gentleman's house, break in upon the repose
of this little unsuspected paradice (sic); but all is peace,
rusticity and happy poverty, in its neatest, most becoming attire
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