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.
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Lines: That Time Is Dead For Ever, Child!
- The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts
- Queen Mab: Part Vii.
- Sister Rosa: A Ballad
- Fragment Of A Satire On Satire