{"id":478,"date":"2006-06-23T14:49:58","date_gmt":"2006-06-23T18:49:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.prosebeforehos.com\/call-me-jesse\/06\/23\/pathless-woods\/index.html"},"modified":"2008-04-22T11:18:42","modified_gmt":"2008-04-22T16:18:42","slug":"pathless-woods","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.prosebeforehos.com\/call-me-jesse\/06\/23\/pathless-woods\/","title":{"rendered":"Pathless Woods"},"content":{"rendered":"
there is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
\nthere is a rapture on the lonely shore.
\nthere is a society where none intrudes,
\nby the deep sea, and music in its roar:
\nI love not the man less, but nature more,
\nfrom these our interviews, in which i steal,
\nfrom all i may be, or have been before,
\nto mingle with the universe, and feel,
\nwhat i can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.<\/p>\n
-From Childe Harold<\/em><\/p>\n -Lord Byron<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" there is a pleasure in the pathless woods, there is a rapture on the lonely shore. there is a society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not the man less, but nature more, from these our interviews, in which i steal, from all i may be, or […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":28,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n