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.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragment-of-a-sonnet-farewell-to-north-devon/