"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."
"Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year."
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Source: Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.329, Delphi Classics
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