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Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882).  Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry.  1880.
By Lord Byron (1788–1824)
(From 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 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.

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