"There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in 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."
"He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him."
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Source: Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.82, Cambridge University Press
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