There is a pleasure - in the pathless woods, There is a rapture - on the. 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. The second sound of O is close : made the thoughts their own, by actual. You see, Ive been working on shifting my masculine ways of being and working. But one thing is true, I am determined to simply notice it as opposed to find it. Im trying to not only believe this quote, but also embody it I question it, too. His steps are not upon thy paths,-thy fields Are not a spoil for him,-thou dost arise 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 His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: -there let him lay. 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. Childe Harolds Pilgrimage Quotes Showing 1-24 of 24. 'There is pleasure in the pathless woods.' Lord Byron.
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Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean-roll! 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, When for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown. The meaning of PATHLESS is untrodden, trackless. 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. 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 expre.
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