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The prospect to the south is the reverse of that from
Castle-crag. The view is full into the rocky jaws of Borrowdale,
through which the Derwent is seen pouring his crystal stream,
and, after winding through some verdant meadows, which skirt the
rocky coast, joining the lake at Lowdore. The lake itself is seen
in its full extent, on all sides, with variety of shore, and its
bosom spotted with diversity of islands. Castle-crag, in
Borrowdale, stands first of all the forest of embattled rocks,
whose forked heads, reared to the sky, shine in the sun like
spears of burnished steel. In the rear, Langdale-pike, advancing
to the clouds his cone-like head, overlooks them all. What charms
the eye, in wandering over the vale, is, that not one straight
line offends. The roads all serpentize round the mountains, and
the hedges wave with the inclosures. Every thing is thrown into
some path of beauty, or agreeable line of nature. But to describe
every picturesque view that this region of landscape presents,
would be an endless labour. And, did language furnish expression
to convey ideas of inexhaustible variety that is found in the
many grand constituent objects of these magnificent scenes, the
imagination would be fatigued with the detail, and description
weakened by redundancy. It is more pleasing to speculative
curiosity to discover of itself the differences
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