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morning, before we had seen these, I was reminded of that
picturesque animal by two rams of mountain breed, both with
Ammonian horns, and with beards majestic as that which
Michael Angelo has given to his statue of Moses. - But to
return; when our path had brought us to that part of the
naked common which overlooks the woods and bush-besprinkled
fields of Blowick, the lake, clouds, and mists were all in
motion to the sound of sweeping winds; - the church and
cottages of Patterdale scarcely visible, or seen only by
fits between the shifting vapours. To the northward the
scene was less visionary; - Place Fell steady and bold; -
the whole lake driving onward like a great river - waves
dancing round the small islands. The house at Blowick was
the boundary of our walk; and we returned, lamenting to see
a decaying and uncomfortable dwelling in a place where
sublimity and beauty seemed to contend with each other. But
these regrets were dispelled by a glance on the woods that
clothe the opposite steeps of the lake. How exquisite was
the mixture of sober and splendid hues! The general
colouring of the trees was brown - rather that of ripe hazel
nuts; but towards the water, there were yet beds of green,
and in the highest parts of the wood, was abundance of
yellow foliage, which, gleaming through the vapoury lustre,
reminded us of masses of clouds, as you see them gathered
together in the west, and touched with the golden light of
the setting sun.
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