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There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods

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.

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from Childe Harold, Canto iv, Verse 178

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  • Iana
    February 24

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    I am so like a book that Nature reads me like part of itself. I am therefore able to enjoy my feelings about Nature when I engage in a solitary walk through the woods and by the sea. With Nature I feel part of the Universe.


  • February 24
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    love man not less,but nature more

    From guest its me (contact)
    maybe as a person, but as one of creation how affectionate the poem u depict on,im a nature lover too


  • December 2, 2007
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    Pathless Woods

    From guest J. List (contact)
    This has long been one of my favorite verses. He indeed does inject passion into his poetry.


  • July 13, 2007
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    great poet

    From guest Earnest88 (contact)
    the poet is a part of nature and nature has absorbed him. Looking at the grandeur of nature, he finds man so tiny and insignificant! love the poem and love the poet better for he did great work for others in the wars!

  • rhondasail
    January 28, 2007

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    Rapture, yes!

    To 'steal' a moment of quiet reverie for ones own enjoyment, what a delight. To be able to write of it so eloquently, what a talent. To make it rhyme, what a poet! I do so love Byron.

  • mermaid7
    September 5, 2006
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    Perfect and beautiful

    There is so much truth in this poem. The Grand Canyon; any landscape or shooting star, the sound of the ocean, the forms of shells...perfection is one word that comes to mind. I was in the Sahara Desert many years ago, and I remember the night sky just being perfect--no pollution, no smells, nothing but the diamond stars above. The moon looked alarmingly larger than I had ever remember seeing it. Lines 8-9 reveal the limitations of words--how does one describe both the visual and emotional levels that the "pathless woods" present?

  • wishintreeUK
    June 21, 2005
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    Now THIS is what I call poetry! Perfect rhyme also.

  • pozo
    December 28, 2004
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    Wow, this was beautiful and I loved it. I liked the rhyme

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