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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on 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,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.From "Child Harold's Pilgrimage", canto iv, verse 178,by Lord Byron, (1788-1824)
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