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spacious amphitheatre of the most picturesque mountains
imaginable, an elegant sheet of water is spread out before you,
shining like a mirror, and transparent as crystal; variegated
with islands, adorned with wood, or clothed with the sweetest
verdure, that rise in the most pleasing forms above the watery
plain. The effects all around are amazingly great; but no words
can describe the surprising pleasure of this scene on a fine day,
when the sun plays upon the bosom of the lake, and the
surrounding mountains are illuminated by his refulgent rays, and
their rocky broken summits invertedly reflected by the surface of
the water.
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STATION II. The next celebrated station is at a small distance,
named Crow-park, which formerly contained a grove of oaks of
immemorial growth, whose fall the bard of Lowes-water thus
bemoans, in humble plaintive numbers:
- That ancient wood where beasts did safely rest,
And where the crow long time had built her nest,
Now falls a destin'd prey to savage hands,
Being doom'd, alas! to visit distant lands.
Ah! what avails they boasted strength at last!
That brav'd the rage of many a furious blast;
When now the body's spent with many a wound,
Load groans its last, and thunders on the ground,
While hills, and dales, and woods, and rocks
resound,
This now shadeless pasture, is a gentle eminence, not too high,
on the very margin
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