"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."
"Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair."
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Source: Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.11, Cambridge University Press
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