By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 178.

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.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 179.

He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,

Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.[547:2]