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{{Large|[There is a pleasure in the pathless woods]}}<ref>From canto four of ''Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage.''</ref><br />
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By: [[w:Lord Byron|Lord Byron]]
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:There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
:There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
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:There is society where none intrudes,
:There is society where none intrudes,
:By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
:By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
:I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
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:From these our interviews, in which I steal
:From these our interviews, in which I steal
:From all I may be, or have been before,
:From all I may be, or have been before,
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What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.


:Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!
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:Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
:Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
:Man marks the earth with ruin—his control
:Man marks the earth with ruin—his control
:Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain
:Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain
:The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
:The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
:A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own,
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own, {{ln|15}}
:When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
:When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
:He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
:He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
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:His steps are not upon thy paths,—thy fields
:His steps are not upon thy paths,—thy fields
:Are not a spoil for him,—thou dost arise
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are not a spoil for him,—thou dost arise {{ln|20}}
:And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
:And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
:For earth’s destruction thou dost all despise,
:For earth’s destruction thou dost all despise,
:Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
:Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
:And send’st him, shivering in thy playful spray
:And send’st him, shivering in thy playful spray
:And howling, to his gods, where haply lies
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:His petty hope in some near port or bay,
:His petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth:—there let him lay.
And dashest him again to earth:—there let him lay.
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[There is a pleasure in the pathless woods][1]
By: Lord Byron

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, 5
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.

     Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll! 10
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin—his control
Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
     A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own, 15
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.

His steps are not upon thy paths,—thy fields
     Are not a spoil for him,—thou dost arise 20
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
For earth’s destruction thou dost all despise,
Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
And send’st him, shivering in thy playful spray
     And howling, to his gods, where haply lies 25
His petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth:—there let him lay.



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  1. From canto four of Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage.