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There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods
(22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824 / London, England)

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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superb poetic expression - From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, ...// great
Good things end in short so we find here.
great the sick man may be cured
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Thanks so much for this poem thank you
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