I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, III, st. 72
I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, III, st. 72