There is 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 Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv, verse 178
Lord Byron
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"I have gathered a posie of other men’s flowers, and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own." - John Bartlett
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"I have gathered a posie of other men’s flowers, and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own." - John Bartlett
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