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.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto 4, st. 178 (1818)
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