Poem · Philosophical literatureNo bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.William BlakeThe Marriage of Heaven and Hell · 1793★ 7.3
PoemThere is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the Lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I Love not Man the Less, but Nature more.Lord ByronChilde Harold's Pilgrimage · 1818★ 6.9