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rock elbows out, and turns the road directly against another.
Bowder-stone, on the right, in the very pass, is a mountain of
itself, and the road winds round its base [1]. Here rock riots
over rock, and mountain intersecting mountain, form one grand
semicircular sweep. Extensive woods deck their steep sides; trees
grow from pointed rocks, and rocks appear like trees. Here the
Derwent, rapid as the Rhone, rolls his crystal streams through
all the labyrinth of embattled obstacles. Indeed, the scenes here
are sublimely terrible, the assemblage of magnificent objects so
stupendously great, and the arrangement so extraordinary curious,
that they must excite the most sensible feelings of wonder and
surprise, and at once impress the mind with reverential awe and
admiration.
The most gigantic mountains that form the outline of this
tremendous landscape, and inclose Borrowdale, are Eagle-crag,
Glaramara, Bull-crag, and Serjeant-crag. On the front of the
first, the bird of Jove has his annual nest [2], which the
dalesmen are careful to rob,
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[2]
Or in more poetical terms,
Here his dread seat the royal bird hath made,
To awe th'inferior subjects of the shade,
Secure he built it for a length of days
Imprevious, but to Phoebus' piercing rays;
His young he trains to eye the solar light,
And soar beyond the fam'd Icarian flight.
- Killarney.
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