“ I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I tried to leave the city once, for one of those other places. And, my God, the silence. I could hear myself… — Giles Coren Copy Share Image
All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other… — Li Bai Copy Share Image
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The writer is a mysterious figure, wandering lonely as a cloud, fired by inspiration, or perhaps a cocktail or two. — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
