George Gordon Noel Byron

This is to be along; this, this is solitude!

This is to be along; this, this is solitude!

Sofas 'twas half a sin to sit upon,
So costly were they; carpets, every stitch
Of workmanship read more

Sofas 'twas half a sin to sit upon,
So costly were they; carpets, every stitch
Of workmanship so rare, they make you wish
You could glide o'er them like a golden fish.

Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.

Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.

I am not now
That which I have been.

I am not now
That which I have been.

'Tis solitude should teach us how to die;
It hath no flatterers; vanity can give
No hollow read more

'Tis solitude should teach us how to die;
It hath no flatterers; vanity can give
No hollow aid; alone--man with his God must strive.