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...waterfall.' This is the same glen that Coleridge describes in his poem, ' This Lime-tree Bower my Prison ': ' The roaring dell, o'er-wooded, narrow, deep, And only...sun ; Where its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock Slings arching like a bridge; that branchless ash Unsunned and damp, whose few poor yellow leaves Ne'er...

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