Ann Yearsley, who lived near the Gorge on Clifton Hill, wrote the poem 'SONNET TO THE SAME, WRITTEN AT MORN, ON ST. VINCENT'S ROCK, BRISTOL HOT-WELLS', apostrophising the landscape:

1  The lamp of heaven in her last stage behold;  2     Salubrious dew yet trickles down the thorn;  3  The sheep-bell sounds not yet within the fold;  4     Weary the woodman sleeps, nor dreams 'tis morn.  5  Whilst on the forehead of the east is seen  6     One gem of infant light; do those afar,  7  Who wasted night 'mid gay voluptuous scene,  8     Healthful with me behold yon morning star?  9  Can wisdom's vot'ry like yon woodman sleep?  10     Or breathes he now the fragrance of the plain;  11  Or musing stray near the tremendous deep?  12     Or does he, Phoebus, raise thy sacred strain?  13  Where'er the child of thought reflects, with me,  14  Inspire him, tuneful god!---O raise his soul to thee!