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.
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Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.
Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.
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 was never less alone than when by myself.
I was never less alone than when by myself.
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!
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
In solitude, where we are least alone.
In solitude, where we are least alone.
Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove,
Far from the clamorous world; doth live his own;
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Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove,
Far from the clamorous world; doth live his own;
Though solitary, who is not alone,
But doth converse with that eternal love.
So vain is the belief
That the sequestered path has fewest flowers.
So vain is the belief
That the sequestered path has fewest flowers.
Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.
Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.
