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THE VALLEY OF ROCKS,

NEAR LINTON, DEVONSHIRE.

This valley is bounded by huge naked rocks, piled one upon the other, and resembling extensive ruins: vast fragments overspread the ground, and exhibit on every side awful vestiges of convulsion and desolation.

Summer, thou hast lost thy power;
Nor thy sunshine, nor thy shower,
Can, from out the stubborn earth,
Call the beautiful to birth!
Never springs the green grass here,
    Filled with insects, and with flowers,
Musical and fragrant life,
    Making glad the passing hours;