STANZAS – WRITTEN AT DARTMEET, ON DARTMOOR. By Darts’ blue wave the Harp is still, No echo, save the billow’s roar, Is heard from Sherber’s rugged hill To wind along its forest-shore; And where twofold streams roll down, While flashing round yon roughened fell; Through whistling oaks, and sedges brown, …
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Legendary Dartmoor The many aspects past and present of Dartmoor