Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.


Childe Harold's pilgrimage (ed. 1854)


Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.