There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods
There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods
from Childe Harold, Canto iv, Verse 178 by Lord Byron
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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musings for a snowy Sunday morning....Jan
Pleasure and beautiful of nature (wood), very nice blog.
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