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pearls
Irt, River
Bleng, River
Copeland
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Of which when they grow great, and to their fulnesse
swell,
They cast, which those at hand there gathering, dearly
sell.
This cleare pearle-paved Irt, Bleng to her harbor
brings,
From Copland comming downe, a Forrest-Nymph, which
sings
Her owne praise, and those Floods, their Fountains that
derive
From her, which to extoll, the Forrest thus doth strive.
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Copeland
games
minerals
Eskdale
Miterdale
Borrowdale
Wasdale
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Yee Northerne [star] Dryades all adorn'd with
Mountaines steepe,
Upon whose hoary heads cold Winter long doth keepe,
Where often rising Hils, deepe Dales, and many make,
Where many a pleasant Spring, and many a large-spread
Lake,
Their cleere beginnings keepe, and doe their names bestow
Upon those humble Vales, through which they eas'ly flow;
Whereas the Mountaine Nymphs, and those that doe frequent
The Fountaines, Fields, and Groves, with wondrous
meriment,
By Moone-shine many a night, doe give each other chase,
At Hood-winke, Barley-breake, at Tick, or
Prison-base,
With tricks and antique toyes, tha one another mocke,
That skip from Crag to Crag, and leape from Rocke to
Rocke,
Then Copland, of this Tract a corner, I would
know,
What place can there be found in Britan, that doth
show
A Surface more austere, more sterne from every way,
That who doth it behold, he cannot chuse but say,
Th'aspect of these grim Hills, these darke and mistie
Dales,
From clouds scarce ever cleer'd, with the strongst Northern
gales
Tell in their mighty Roots, some Minerall there doth lye,
The Islands generall want, whose plenty might supply.
Wherefore as some suppose of Copper Mynes in me,
I Copper-land was cald, but some will have to be
From the old Britans brought, for Cop they use
to call
The tops of many Hils, which I am stor'd withall.
Then Eskdale mine Ally, and Niterdale so
nam'd,
Of Floods from you that flow, as Borowdale most
fam'd,
With Wasdale walled in, with Hils on every side,
Hows'ever ye extend within your wasts so wide,
For th' surface of a soyle, a Copland, Copland
cry.
Till to your shouts the Hils with Ecchoes all reply.
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Helvellyn
Dunmail Raise
Wrynose Fell
Dent Hill
Ennerdale Water
Egremont
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Which Copland scarce had spoke, but quickly every
hill,
Upon her Verge that stands, the neighbouring Vallies
fill;
Helvillon from his height, it through the Mountaines
threw,
From whom as soone againe, the sound Dunbalrase
drew,
From whose stone-trophied head, it on to Wendrosse
went,
Which tow'rds the Sea againe, resounded it to
Dent,
That Brodwater therewith within her Banks astound,
In sayling to the Sea, told it to Egremound,
Whose Buildings, walks, and streets, with Ecchoes loud and
long,
Did mightily commend old Copland for her Song.
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[margin - star] Nymphes of the Forrest.
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Whence
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gazetteer links
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-- "Copland" -- Copeland Forest
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-- Dunmail Raise
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-- "Egremound" -- Egremont
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-- "Brodwater" -- Ennerdale Water
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-- "Helvillon" -- Helvellyn
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-- "Irt" -- Irt, River
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-- "Wasdale" -- Wasdale
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-- "Wendrosse" -- Wrynose Pass
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