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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. Roll on, thou deep and dark
blue Ocean--roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the
earth with ruin--his control Stops with the shore;--upon the watery plain The
wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his
own, When for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with
bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown. His steps
are not upon thy paths,--thy fields Are not a spoil for him,--thou dost arise
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction
thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st
him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his gods, where haply lies
His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: —there
let him lay.
-Lord
Byron
Where:
Takes place in a big
city as a man fantasizes about running away from it all.
When:
Late 1800’s early 1900’s the industrial revolution
Why: very
attached to nature and hates the destruction of it due to man’s industrial
expansion.
Who: A man
who cannot find a place in his society takes refuge in nature away from other
people.
What: A
man running away into the wilderness trying to escape the oppression of his
sense of freedom through society.
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