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.
- Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, 1818
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.
- Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, 1818
Soak It In. Sit Back. Go There. Relax....And Think....
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