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There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in 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

That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.
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Itself Music Poetry Song Sound Speech
They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.
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Mourn Truly Without Witness
The great object of life is Sensation – to feel that we exist – even though in pain – it is this “craving void” which drives us to gaming – to battle – to travel – to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.
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Crave Drive Even Exist Feel Game Great Life Object Pain Sensation Though Void
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.
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After Day Laughter Mirth Sermon Soda Water Wine Women
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover – but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
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Advantage Give Later Lover Man May Expect Sooner Tyrant Woman
What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.
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Man Strange Thing Woman
I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
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Among Shroud Stood Them Thought
O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen
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Beautiful Blue Ether Increase Light Mass Multiply Unimaginable Wildence
What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.
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Been Known Lord Mercantile Politician Wait Written
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
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Dream Glimmering Gone Thing
Come what may, I have been blest.
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Been Blest Come May
And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music… Speak to me!
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Before Hear Music Once Perish Speak Voice
It is when we think we lead that we are most led.
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Lead led Most Think
Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
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Call Hate Misanthrope Them
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
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Being Best Drunk Intoxication Life Man Much Reasonable
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
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Drop Ink Small Thing Word

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in 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.

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