Lord Byron

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there is a pleasure in the pathless woods

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.

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