![]() 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. Poetry+ Guide Cite Lord Byron George Gordon Byron, aka Lord Byron, was a British poet and leading figure in Romanticism. When I see this photograph by Cameron James Cope (Melbourne, Australia.), the only lines I can remember is from Lord Byronss poem- There Is Pleasure In The. ![]() 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. 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. 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. ![]() Cold, windy but lots of sunshine, true there was a good deal of clouds about but the high wind kept them scudding along. not my words, but exactly my sentiment on a weekend when the weather started so well. 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 Pleasure in the Pathless Woods'. ![]()
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