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D?.Ag native hill, whose heathy swell My earliest childhood 1ov'd so well, Whose purer air, and views sublime, , So oft have taught my foot to climb; Hydon, tho' not to thee belong The wreaths of hisfry, or of song, Yet worthlet thou to be renown'd, Than many a hill that fame has crown'd, And Grongar's self should yield to thee, Might Grongar's bard thy minstrel be; Or he, from whom my soul first caught The rapture of poetic thought, Warton, whose nature-painting Muse Stole from thy Surry half her hues. '" Manning, in his History of Sun'y, derive? the nam? of this hill from High Down. ......... ?Google