Percy Bysshe Shelley
Fragment Of A Sonnet. Farewell To North Devon - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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;
That load in grandeur Cambria's emerald vales.
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