George Gordon Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

"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 stealFrom all I may be, or have been before,To mingle with the Universe, and feelWhat I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal."

"I live not in myself, but I becomePortion of that around me: and to meHigh mountains are a feeling, but the humof human cities torture."