As our enjoyments boundless. From those heights
We dropped at pleasure into sylvan coombs,
Where arbors of impenetrable shade,
And mossy seats detained us side by side,
With hearts at ease, and knowledge in our breasts
That all the grove and all the day was ours."
In Coleridge's poem of Fears in Solitude, a noble-hearted poem, these hills, and one of these very dells, are described with equal graphic truth and affection.
"A green and silent spot amid the hills,
A small and silent dell! O'er stiller place
No singing skylark ever poised himself;