William Wordsworth

XI. Sonnet Composed at ------ Castle

DEGENERATE Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord!
         Whom mere despite of heart could so far please,
         And love of havoc, (for with such disease
         Fame taxes him,) that he could send forth word
         To level with the dust a noble horde,
         A brotherhood of venerable Trees,
         Leaving an ancient dome, and towers like these,
         Beggared and outraged!—Many hearts deplored
         The fate of those old Trees; and oft with pain
         The traveller, at this day, will stop and gaze      
         On wrongs, which Nature scarcely seems to heed:
         For sheltered places, bosoms, nooks, and bays,
         And the pure mountains, and the gentle Tweed,
         And the green silent pastures, yet remain.

MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN SCOTLAND, 1803

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