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CANTO IV.] That I might all forget the human race,

And, hating no one, love but only her!

Ye elements!—in whose ennobling stir

I feel myself exalted—Can ye not

Accord me such a Being? Do I err

In deeming such inhabit many a spot?

Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.

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 can not all conceal.

CLXXIX.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!

Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;