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O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of read more
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,--
Nature's observatory--whence the dell,
In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
'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.
I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of read more
I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other
I was never less alone than when by myself.
I was never less alone than when by myself.
Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression read more
Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more!
Alone!--That worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing, and grief read more
Alone!--That worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known,
Of hope laid waste, knells in that word--Alone!
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
I praise the Frenchman; his remark was shrewd,--
"How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude."
But grant read more
I praise the Frenchman; his remark was shrewd,--
"How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude."
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper--Solitude is sweet.
I lived in solitude in the country and noticed how the monotony of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind
I lived in solitude in the country and noticed how the monotony of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind