Copy ImageThere 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
George Gordon Byron
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In secret we met -In silence I grieve,That thy heart could forget,Thy spirit deceive.If I should meet theeAfter long years,How should I greet thee? -With silence and tears
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The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain
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All who joy would winMust share it -- Happiness was born a twin
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Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves
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