"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."
"Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray."
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Source: Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.138, Cambridge University Press
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