“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. . . ”
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. . . ”
—Lord Byron (1788-1824), poet, “The Sea,” in
“Childe
Harold’s Pilgrimage,” 1812. Image: Seastacks, Trinidad Bay, California/Ted Pease.
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Postcard from Mother Earth
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