by James Fenimore Cooper (Author)
"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"
Number of Pages: 170
Dimensions: 0.36 x 11.02 x 8.5 IN
Publication Date: May 20, 2015