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LEWESDON HILL.
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Strong, and unconquerable even in death—Alas, they perish'd all, all in one hour!
Now yonder high way view, wide-beaten, bareWith ceaseless tread of men and beasts, and trackOf many' indenting wheels, heavy and light,That violently rush with unsafe speed,Or slowly turn, oft-resting, up the steep.Mark how that road, with mazes serpentine,From [1]Shipton's bottom to the lofty downWinds like a path of pleasure, drawn by artThrough park or flowery garden for delight.Nor less delightful this; if, while he mountsNot wearied, the free Journeyer will pauseTo view the prospect oft, as oft to seeBeauty still changing: yet not so contrivedBy fancy' or choice, but of necessity,By soft gradations of ascent to lead
  1. ↑ Shipton is a hill, which, according to common report, is so called from its shape; the top of it being formed like a ship with the keel upwards. It stands three miles from Bridport on the road towards London; which road passes by the foot of it to the North.

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