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Or survey the bright dominions
In the gorgeous colours drest
Flung from off the purple pinions,
Evening spreads throughout the west!
Thine are all the coral fountains
Warbling in each sparry vault
Of the untrodden lunar mountains;
Listen to their songs! - or halt,
To Niphate's top invited,
Whither spiteful Satan steered;
Or descend where the ark alighted,
When the green earth re-appeared:
For the power of hills is on thee,
As was witnessed through thine eye
Then, when old Helvellyn won thee
To confess their majesty!
Having said so much of points of view to which few
are likely to ascend, I am induced to subjoin an account of
a short excursion through more accessible parts of the
country, made at a time when it is seldom seen but by
the inhabitants. As the journal was written for one
acquainted with the general features of the country, only
those effects and appearances are dwelt upon, which are
produced by the changeableness of the atmosphere, or belong
to the season when the excursion was made.
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