|  | Gentleman's Magazine 1878 part 1 p.125 guests. If the lake is raised, as intended, forty feet,  
those lights will be put out, and the dog will be drowned!  
May Cottonopolis be sent nearer home for its water supply,  
and not interfere with the public pleasure in things on  
which it has itself never set any value: the solemnity of  
solitude, the unruffled aspect of Nature, the glories of the 
mountain, the peacefulness of the mere!
 There was a certain sonnet written once, which has a very  
direct reference to this untilitarian invasion:
 
 Is there no nook of English ground secure from rash  
assault,
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 Plead for thy peace, thou beautiful romance
 Of Nature; and if human hearts be dead
 Speak, passing winds; ye torrents with your strong
 And constant voice protest against this wrong.
 If Wordsworth had lived to hear of the present outrage, he  
would have claimed (almost) with Lear, "Ye Aqueducts,  
burst."
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