I would I were a careless child,
Still dwelling in my highland cave,
Or roaming through the dusky wild,
Or bounding o'er the dark blue wave;
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Stunning poem! ! Again who rates Byron's poems so low? ! ? ! ? This poem speaks to me, to my soul. We evolved from simple elements on this earth to complex hunter-gatherers, who coexisted with nature. But in the present, everyone thinks the way the world operates (on green-dyed paper made from trees we cut down) is best. They think working for pennies at Walmart, eating chemical-laden foods, getting fat, and watching TV is natural. Rich pigs rule the world with fortunes and power over us all. This is not natural. This is not the world Lord Byron wants to spend his every waking hour slaving in. In the forests, valleys, rivers, oceans... there Lord Byron finds his peace. We've got to rise above the status quo.
Stunning poem! ! Again who rates Byron's poems so low? ! ? ! ? This poem speaks to me, to my soul. We evolved from simple elements on this earth to complex hunter-gatherers, who coexisted with nature. But in the present, everyone thinks the way the world operates (on green-dyed paper made from trees we cut down) is best. They think working for pennies at Walmart, eating chemical-laden foods, getting fat, and watching TV is natural. Rich pigs rule the world with fortunes and power over us all. This is not natural. This is not the world Lord Byron wants to spend his every waking hour slaving in. In the forests, valleys, rivers, oceans... there Lord Byron finds his peace. We've got to rise above the status quo.