Lake District National Park.
"We left William (Wordsworth) sitting on the stones, feasting with silence, and I sat down upon a rocky seat: a couch it might be, under the bower of William's Eglantine, Andrew's Broom, He was below us, and we could see him. He came to us, and repeated his poems, while we sat beside him. We lingered long, looking into the vales. Ambleside Vale, with the copses, the village under the hills, and the green fields; Rydal, with a lake all alive and glittering, yet but little stirred by breezes ; and our own dear Grasmere, making a little round lake of Nature's own, with never a house, never a green field, but the copses and the bare hills enclosing it, and the river flowing out of it. Above rose Coniston Fells, in their own shape and colour . . . the sky, and the clouds, and a few wild creatures. Coleridge went to search for something new. We saw him climbing up towards a rock. He called us, and we found him in a bower - the sweetest that was ever seen."
Extract from "The English lake district as interpreted in the poems of Wordsworth" (Open Library).
Visit the Lake District and discover what inspired William Wordsworth, his sister Dorothy, Samuel Coleridge, John Ruskin and so may others.
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