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  Derwent, River
  Roman altar

That looke farre off like clouds, shap't with embattelled towers,
Doe Italy, and France, these Mountaines here of ours,
Much envy my estate, and somewhat higher be,
By lifting up their heads, to stare and gaze at me.
Cleere Darwent dancing on, I looke at from above,
As some enamoured Youth, being deeply struck in love,
His Mistris doth behold, and every beautie notes;
Who as shee to her fall, through Fells and Vallies flotes,
Oft lifts her limber selfe above her Banks to view,
How my brave by clift top, doth still her Course pursue.
O all ye Topick Gods, that doe inhabit here,
To whom the Romans did, those ancient Altars reare,
Oft found upon those Hills, now sunke into the Soyles,
Which they for Trophies left of their victorious spoyles,
Ye Genii of these Floods, these Mountaines, and these Dales,
That with poore Shepheards Pipes, & harmlesse Heardsmans tales
Have often pleased been, still guard me day and night,
And hold me Skidow still, the place of your delight.
  Eden, River
  Westward Forest
  Inglewood Forest

This Speech by Skidow spoke, the Muse makes forth againe,
Tow'rds where the in-borne Floods, cleere Eden intertaine,
To Cumberland com'n in, from the Westmerian wasts,
Whereas the readyest way to Carlill, as shee casts,
Shee with two Wood-Nymphs meets, the first is great and wilde,
And Westward Forrest hight, the other but a childe,
Compared with her Phere, and Inglewood is cald,
Both in their pleasant Scites, most happily instald.
  Westward Forest
  Inglewood Forest
  Ellen, River
  Wampool, River

What Sylvan is there seene, and be she nere so coy,
Whose pleasures to the full, these Nymphs doe not enjoy,
And like Dianas selfe, so truly living chaste
For seldome any Tract, doth crosse their waylesse waste,
With many a lustie leape, the shagged Satyrs show,
Them pastime every day, both from the Meres below,
And Hils on every side, that neatly hemme them in,
The blushing morne to breake, but hardly doth begin,
But that the ramping Goats, swift Deere, and harmlesse Sheepe,
Which there their owners know, but no man hath to keepe,
The Dales doe over-spread, by them like Motley made,
But Westward of the two, by her more widened Slade.
Of more abundance boasts, as of those mighty Mynes,
Which in her Verge she hath: but that whereby she shines,
Is her two daintie Floods, which from two Hils doe flow,
Which in her selfe she hath, whose Banks doe bound her so
Upon the North and South, as that she seemes to be
Much pleased with their course, and takes delight to see
How Elne upon the South, in sallying to the Sea
Confines her: on the North how Wampull on her way,
gazetteer links
button -- "Darwent" -- Derwent, River
button -- "Eden" -- Eden, River
button -- "Elne" -- Ellen, River
button -- "Iinglewood Forrest" -- Inglewood Forest
button -- Roughtongill Mines
button -- "Skiddo" -- Skiddaw
button -- "Wampull" -- Wampool, River
button -- "Westward Forrest" -- Westward Forest (?)
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