Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends;
Where rolled the ocean, thereon was his home;
Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends,
He had the passion and the power to roam.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (1812–18) canto 3, st. 13
Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends;
Where rolled the ocean, thereon was his home;
Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends,
He had the passion and the power to roam.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (1812–18) canto 3, st. 13