"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."
"The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!"
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Source: Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.136, Cambridge University Press
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