Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods.

无径之林中自有乐趣。

He felt the fulness of satiety: Then loathed he in his native land to dwell, Which seemed to him more lone than eremite's sad cell.

他饱尝了厌倦的滋味：于是厌恶在故土栖身，那地方在他眼中比隐士凄凉的斗室还要孤寂。