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.

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Major English Romantic poet regarded as one of the finest lyric poets in the English language.

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