Lake country sketchesRawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond)
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Lake country sketches
Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond)
Lake District (England); Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850 -- Homes and haunts -- England -- Lake District
We, as we gaze out south from the How of the Viking, can see plainly
to-day the burial ground of other Viking chieftains of the dale on
the grey green Latrigg's height; and sadly enough, we think, must
they have passed into the dark, if so fair a sun as this shone upon
so fair a scene, and the roses and elders were as sweet for them as
they are for us to-day.
On now through fragrant briar wood and odorous larch to Keswick, and
the ghosts of Britain and Rome and Norway keep pace with our hearts
as we go.
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ARCTIC SPLENDOURS AT THE ENGLISH LAKES.
The blizzard brought a greater gift of snow to the hills of the
English Lake District than had been remembered since 1859. The storm
left behind it a bewitching splendour, and Skiddaw and Helvellyn and
Glaramara and Grassmoor never shone more fair. Into clear air above
the Yorkshire fells the great sun rose. The heavens flushed above
Helvellyn, and presently the steep, angular cleft on Grisedale was
filled with blue shadow. Then the light splintered upon Causey Pike
and Hindscarth, and Scafell shone like a jewel of flame above the sea
of deathly white. Five minutes later the blank white snowfield of
Derwentwater was changed into a gleaming floor of dazzling light, and
all the encircling hills seemed ivory washed with gold. A lilac veil
of haze rose from the {110} Crosthwaite Valley and drifted up the
snow slopes, growing more gossamer-like as it touched the ridges of
the hills, and soon the mountains stood as clear as at the dawn
against a cloudless sky.
Such blue of heaven touched the cones of Skiddaw as one sees on a
clear May morning above the Oberland peaks, and one wondered why it
was that people who have no chance of seeing Switzerland did not take
the opportunity of realising a Switzerland in miniature when it was
close beside their doors. One reads of excursions to the Palace of
Varieties at Manchester and Blackpool. How comes it about that no
excursions are planned to such a world of varieties, such ivory
palaces of winter's garnishing and nature's building, as, after heavy
snowfall, may be found in Cumberland?
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