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doubt be said of the olive among the dry rocks of Attica,
but I am speaking of it as found in gardens and vineyards in
the North of Italy. At Bellagio, what Englishman can resist
the temptation of substituting, in his fancy, for these
formal treasures of cultivation, the natural variety of one
of our parks - its pastured lawns, coverts of hawthorn, of
wild-rose, and honeysuckle, and the majesty of forest trees?
- such wild graces as the banks of Derwent-water shewd in
the time of the Ratcliffes; and Gowbarrow Park, Lowther, and
Rydal do at this day.
As my object is to reconcile a Briton to the scenery of his
own country, though not at the expense of truth, I am not
afraid of asserting that in many points of view our LAKES,
also, are much more interesting than those of the Alps;
first, as is implied above, from being more happily
proportioned to the other features of the landscape; and
next, both as being infinitely more pellucid, and less
subject to agitation from the winds.* Como, (which
may
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