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... A Book of English Literature, Selected and Ed - Página 458 de Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 889 páginas Vista completa -
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