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Holding me down picturesque
Holding me down picturesque





holding me down picturesque

In our whole ride round this extensive bay of Loch-Fyne, we met only one object of any consequence to mark the scenery.

holding me down picturesque

In painting indeed, colouring may give it some value but in drawing, something more in∣teresting is required to fix the eye some consequential part, to which the other parts of the composition are appendages. Uncharacterized scenery is still less adapted to drawing, the beauty of which depends chiefly on composition, and the distribution of light. Of these modes of beauty we had great profusion and might have filled volumes with sketches: but unless there is something in a scene besides these beautiful lines, something which is striking, and characteristic, it has little effect, we have seen, in artificial landscape. In a lake-skreen produce this quality the line, which it's summits form and the water-line, which is formed by projections into the lake *. Thus the moun∣tain of Doniquaick, seen from the new inn at Inverary, appears as if it rose from the water's edge, tho in fact the duke of Argyle's lawn intervenes, all which the mountain ap∣propriates: and tho it measures only eight hundred and thirty-five feet, it has a more respectable appearance, than many mountains of twice it's height unconnected with water.īut these skreens, tho the grand idea is principally impressed upon them, are not totally devoid of beauty. But a water-line prevents this am∣biguity and to the height of the mountain even adds the edging at the bottom, which naturally belongs not to it. In measuring it, as it appears connected with the ground, the eye knows not where to begin, but continues creeping up in quest of a base, till half the mountain is lost. Nothing exalts the dignity of a mountain so much, as it's rising from the water's edge. Their situation also upon the lake operated as another cause, to impress the idea of grandeur. But what they lose in beauty, they gain in grandeur. Naked, and want some munificent hand to spread a little sylvan drapery upon their bare, enormous sides. It's skreens are every where equal to the expanse of it's waters. Ten miles we travelled along the confines of Loch-Fyne, skirting that grand opening, which it forms to the north east. We approached it through magnificent woods and we left it through a succession of lake-scenery, still more magnificent. WE left the scenes of Inverary with regret those scenes, in which the grand and beautiful are as harmoniously combined as we almost in any place remem∣bered to have seen them.







Holding me down picturesque