From There is a Pleasure in the Pathless Woods by Lord Byron


深林, 海角,
荒泊, 僻乡,
无修饰的宁静
让人如此向往.

**There is a Pleasure in the Pathless Woods**

by Lord Byron

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 


From The Waste Land by TS Eliot


花蕾
在初春
怒显.



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