"With many a pause and oft reverted eye
"I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near
"Warble in the shade their wild-wood melody
"Far off the unvarying Cuckoo sooths my ear
"Upscour the startling stragglers of the flock
"That on green plots o'er precipices browze:
"From the deep fizzures of the... rock
"The Yew-tree brusts..!"
S.T Coleridge "Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb Somersetshire May 1795"
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