I do so love 18th and 19th C vicars; one working day a week, a light ramble over the hills and then some 'noble' poetry.. luckily Crowe seems to have spent so much time at the theatre, and penning poems to his lady loves that he quite forgot to go excavating as well - a very unvicarish vicar... ;)
The Tor of Glastonbury! Even but now
I saw the hoary pile cresting the top
Of that north-western hill; and in this Now
A cloud hath pass'd on it, and its dim bulk
Becomes annihilate, or if not, a spot
Which the strain'd vision tires itself to find.
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