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Apostrophe To The Ocean

CLXXVIII.
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.
CLXXIX.
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Thursday, January 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: ocean
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Lena 24 February 2021
this is a cute great poem
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Perzinski 31 May 2018
yo this Byron can eat my
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Lena 24 February 2021
what do you mean
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bibaluga 24 February 2021
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