By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Contributed by: Zaady
She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove,- A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.
Source: She dwelt among the untrodden ways.
Like,-but oh how different!
Source: Yes, it was the Mountain Echo.
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