Fragment Of A Sonnet: Farewell To North Devon

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Title:     Fragment Of A Sonnet: Farewell To North Devon
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley [More Titles by 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;
...mountain piles
That load in grandeur Cambria's emerald vales.

[The end]
Percy Bysshe Shelley's poem: Fragment Of A Sonnet: Farewell To North Devon

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