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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.
So vain is the belief
That the sequestered path has fewest flowers.
So vain is the belief
That the sequestered path has fewest flowers.
I am as one who is left alone at a banquet, the lights dead and
the flowers faded.
I am as one who is left alone at a banquet, the lights dead and
the flowers faded.
But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
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But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
And roam along, the world's tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
Solitude is the nurse of enthusiasm, and enthusiasm is the true
parent of genius. In all ages solitude has read more
Solitude is the nurse of enthusiasm, and enthusiasm is the true
parent of genius. In all ages solitude has been called for--has
been flown to.
Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit,
But God to man doth speak in solitude.
Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit,
But God to man doth speak in solitude.
I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and read more
I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do.
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
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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.