DEGENERATE Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord! <br />Whom mere despite of heart could so far please, <br />And love of havoc, (for with such disease <br />Fame taxes him,) that he could send forth word <br />To level with the dust a noble horde, <br />A brotherhood of venerable Trees, <br />Leaving an ancient dome, and towers like these, <br />Beggared and outraged!--Many hearts deplored <br />The fate of those old Trees; and oft with pain <br />The traveller, at this day, will stop and gaze <br />On wrongs, which Nature scarcely seems to heed: <br />For sheltered places, bosoms, nooks, and bays, <br />And the pure mountains, and the gentle Tweed, <br />And the green silent pastures, yet remain.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memorials-of-a-tour-in-scotland-1803-xii-sonnet-composed-at-castle/
