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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,

From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can never express, yet cannot all conceal.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean–roll!

From: Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

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“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods”
George Gordon Byron, 1788 – 1824

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