She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove,- A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: She dwelt among the untrodden ways.
Contributed by: Zaady
Like,-but oh how different!
Source: Yes, it was the Mountain Echo.
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven!
Source: The Prelude. Book xi.
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