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' At length 'tis gain'd, the heathy cloud-capt mountain ! 

 Not at the hamlet of Dove-head I rest, 

 But, higher up, beside a bubbling fountain, 

 That makes within a little well its nest. 

 Here springs the Dove ! and with a grateful zest 

 I drink its waters, that first serve the poor. 

 O ! when shall they repose on Ocean's breast ? 

 How long must their rough pilgrimage endure ? 

 They ask not, but commence their wild romantic tour.' 



Edwards. 



"The course of this extraordinary stream 

 passes thrice over what the geologists, who 

 have investigated the strata of this county, 

 term the great limestone fault, and, conse- 

 quently, intersects rocks of the earliest forma- 

 tion. Through a valley, called Beresford-dale, 

 which is scarcely half a mile in extent, its 

 course is upon the fourth limestone; but in 

 the valley, particularly denominated Dove-dale, 

 it rushes amid precipitous rocks, and opens 

 to the inquisitive eye of the scientific student, 

 more of the general series of strata than is 

 any where else to be contemplated in the same 

 limited extent throughout England. After 

 passing between the two surprising hills of 

 limestone, Thorpe-cloud and Bunster, the bed 

 of the river is formed of the debris of the 

 neighbouring rocks, consisting of quartz-gravel, 

 thin limestone, and other alluvial matter; 

 while, as its waters proceed towards Ashborne, 



