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Meditator on the shore, by Tomás Sánchez
Lord Byron

Lord Byron

There Is a Pleasure in the Pathless Woods

Childe Harold - Canto IV - Verse 178

CLXXVIII

 
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 ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.

#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury

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