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cottages, and farms, placed in the sweetest situations, are the
rural parts, and altogether form the most delightful and charming
scenes. The accompaniments of this lake are disposed in the most
picturesque order, bending round its margins, and spreading
upwards in craggy rocks and mountains, irregular in outline; yet
they are certainly much inferior in sublimity and horrible
grandeur, to the environs of Keswick, and the dreadful rocks of
Borrowdale. But in this opinion we have Mr. Cumberland against
us, who, having visited the other lakes in dark unfavourable
weather, when nothing could be seen besides weeping rocks,
flooded roads, and watery plains, darkened by sable clouds that
hovered over them, and concealed their variegated shores,-
entertained an unfavourable idea of them; and being more
fortunate in a fine day, in that part of the tour, where he
visited Ulls-water, he attuned his lyre in honour of this
enchanting lake, and sung its charms not only in preference to
Windermere, Grasmere, and the vale of Keswick, but he also raises
it above the pride of Lomond, and the marvellous Killarney.
Our bard, in the sweet ode alluded to, represents himself upon
the banks of the lake of Ulls-water, bemoaning the hardness of
his fate, in being deprived of a fine day
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