Fragment Of A Sonnet. Farewell To North Devon
Where man's profane and tainting hand
Nature’s primaeval loveliness has marred,
And some few souls of the high bliss debarred
Which else obey her powerful command;
...mountain piles
That load in grandeur Cambria's emerald vales.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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