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 Brockley Coomb by Samuel Coleridge 
						Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795
 With many a pause and oft reverted eye
 I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near
 Warble in shade their wild-wood melody:
 Far off the unvarying Cuckoo soothes my ear.
 Up scour the startling stragglers of the flock
 That on green plots o'er precipices browse:
 From the deep fissures of the naked rock
 The Yew-tree bursts! Beneath its dark green boughs
 ('Mid which the May-thorn blends its blossoms white)
 Where broad smooth stones jut out in mossy seats,
 I rest:—and now have gained the topmost site.
 Ah! what a luxury of landscape meets
 My gaze! Proud towers, and Cots more dear to me,
 Elm-shadowed Fields, and prospect-bounding Sea.
 Deep sighs my lonely heart: I drop the tear:
 Enchanting spot! O were my Sara here.
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