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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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