the poetry of fly fishing

from childe harold's pilgrimage

lord byron

 as presented in

The Deerslayeer

James Fenimore Cooper

"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"

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