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.

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.

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.

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.