Powerscourt Waterfall, Wicklow

Artist(s) : Thomas Creswick (Draughtsman), James Tibbitts Willmore (Engraver)

View of Powerscourt Waterfall, in Co. Wicklow. The river Dargle is flowing in the foreground, toward the viewer. A man with a hat and a fishing rod is standing on the left-hand side of the river, looking downwards. The waterfall is at the centre of the image, towering above the river and surrounding woodland.

Inscribed in Image

  • Signature – T. Creswick. / J. T. Willmore. / Printed by Alfred Adlard.
  • Caption outside of boundaries of image – Powerscourt Waterfall, Wicklow.

Image Details

Genre Landscape
Technique Etchings
Subject(s) Nature
Geographical Location
  • Powerscourt Waterfall - Named locality
  • Wicklow - County
  • Leinster - Province
Keywords(s) Cliffs, Fishing, Lakes & ponds, People, Rivers, Waterfalls
Colour Monochrome
Dimensions 11 cm x 14.5 cm
Published / created 1837

Bibliographical Details

Travel Account Ireland Picturesque and Romantic
Contributor(s)
Print or manuscript Print
Location of image in copy opp. p. 57
Source copy National Library of Ireland Ir 9141 r 15
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http://hdl.handle.net/2027/yale.39002001929075?urlappend=%3Bseq=84
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Related text from travel account

The Dargle, or Glen of the Oaks, is close to Enniskerry; and in spite of its associations with Dublin pic-nic parties, presents a very picturesque and romantic scene. It is a deep and dark glen, with a rapid stream at the bottom, impeded by rocks, shady walks on the sides for the solus cum sola, a pretty moss-house for pretty young ladies, a green bank for cold fowl and tongue, and a Lover's Leap for any body who likes. The lover's leap is a lofty shelving rock, which commands an excellent view of the more striking features of the Glen; but I have talked with those who like better the sloping bank whereon the little cottages stand which are even as Houses of Refuge to the adventurous citizen. These command a view of the entire glen, which is about a mile long. Sunday was formerly the grand day for pic-nic parties; but, in consequence of some "depredations "—whether committed upon the oaks, rocks, or water, I could not learn — the glen is now only open on certain other days of the week. This, at any rate, will prove beneficial to the religious habits of the Dubliners; for those who are debarred from admiring the works of Creation in the glen will of course spend the Sabbath in // praising the Creator in the church. For a similar reason, doubtless, the British Museum is locked up from the people on Sunday. Surely it cannot be charged as the fault of our legislators, that the diverted flood should roll in the direction of the gin-shop rather than of the temple; and that the populace of London, who have the advantage of being guarded so jealously from the demoralizing influence of the arts and sciences, are the most drunken and disorderly populace in Europe! The Earl of Powerscourt has another exhibition in this neighbourhood, which in my opinion is far less worthy of a visit than the Dargle. This is the Waterfall, of which a view is given in the annexed engraving, taken at the most favourable moment an artist could desire. The glen into which this stream descends, is known by the name of the Deer Park, and has nothing remarkable in itself, although the lofty hills by which it is inclosed excite strongly the curiosity of the traveller when approaching from a distance. I have seen many famous waterfalls; but I have never yet seen any which answered, even in a moderate degree, to its reputation. I do not know how it is, that even the most prosaic and matter-of-fact travellers should fall into exaggeration on this subject; but such is the case. It has often been remarked of the Powerscourt cascade, that the water seems to descend slowly, clinging as it were to the rock; but the same phenomenon may be // seen every where else. It is caused, I presume, by the eye mistaking the comparatively slow progress of the white bubbles for that of the water. The stream here is called the Glenisloreane; when it passes through the glen, it is joined by the Glencree, and assumes its name; on entering the Glen of the Oaks, it becomes the Dargle; and, on emerging, it is the Bray, under which cognomen it falls into the sea. Here I took leave of this beau tiful, but unimportant little river, and, climbing the steep to the right of the waterfall, ascended the Douce mountain — hardly unworthy of the name, being nearly twenty-four hundred feet above the level of the sea. [ pp. 56-58]
Powerscourt Waterfall, Wicklow