"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 heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!-- The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns."
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Source: Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1164, Delphi Classics
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