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 itsd roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
 
George Gordon Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 
 
 
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 itsd roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
 
George Gordon Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage