Tuesday, October 10, 2017

A poem by Lord Byron

This is an excerpt from a lengthy narrative poem that was written in four parts around the year 1812. It describes the reflections of a disillusioned young man as he travels trying to find his purpose. The character it centers on is specific, yet if we extract passages like what is below, the prolific lines and themes apply to all and remain vibrant and relavant regardless of individuality, situation, or time.

from "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage"

     by Lord Byron

There is a pleasure in the
pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the
lonely shore,
there is society, where none
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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