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Fragment Of A Sonnet: Farewell To North Devon
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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.