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Just a stone’s throw from Soulton Hall lies Wroxeter, once the 4th largest city in Roman Britain. Today, fields blanket the buried city, a testament to the passage of time. A.E. Housman captured this feeling in his poem A Shropshire Lad pondering the Roman legacy now reduced to “ashes under Uricon” (Wroxeter’s Roman name):

On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

‘Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood:
..

Then, ’twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The thoughts that hurt him, they were there.

…

The gale, it plies the saplings double,
It blows so hard, ’twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.

Interestingly, a link to Soulton exists here too. Sir Thomas Bromley, a close friend of Soulton’s builder Old Sir Rowland Hill, rests in Wroxeter’s charming church. This unexpected connection adds another layer to the rich history woven into the Shropshire landscape.