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 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! 
 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. 
Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.
Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.
 '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. 
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
 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. 
 That he was never less at leisure than when at leisure: nor that 
he was ever less alone than read more 
 That he was never less at leisure than when at leisure: nor that 
he was ever less alone than when alone.
 [Lat., Nunquam se minus otiosum esse quam cum otiosus; nec minus 
solum quam cum solus esset.] 
 O solitude, where are the charms
 That sages have seen in thy face?
  Better dwell in the read more 
 O solitude, where are the charms
 That sages have seen in thy face?
  Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
   Than reign in this horrible place. 
 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!