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FAREWELL TO NORTH DEVON.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

[Published (from the Esdaile manuscript book) by Dowden,

“Life of Shelley”, 1887; dated August, 1812.]

 

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 _5

That load in grandeur Cambria’s emerald vales.

 

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