"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 keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed."
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Source: Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.773, Delphi Classics
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