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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Whoever gives himself up to solitude,
Ah! he is soon alone.
[Ger., Wer sich der Einsamkeit ergiebt,
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Whoever gives himself up to solitude,
Ah! he is soon alone.
[Ger., Wer sich der Einsamkeit ergiebt,
Ach! der ist bald allein.]
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!
'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.
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.
This is to be along; this, this is solitude!
This is to be along; this, this is solitude!
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.
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.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
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!
