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SOLITUDE SOLITUDE

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Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.
 | author = Lowell
 | work = Among my Books. Dryden.
 | topic = Solitude
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 | text = <poem>And Wisdom's self
Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude,
Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation,
She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings,
That in the various bustle of resort
Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impaired.

MiltonComus. L. 375.


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For solitude sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.

MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. IX. L. 249.


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I feel like one who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed.
Moore—Oft in the Stilly Night.
 | seealso = (See also Bulwer-Lytton)
 | topic = Solitude
 | page = 731
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 | text = <poem>Until I truly loved, I was alone.
Mrs. Norton—The Lady of La Garaye. Pt.
H. L. 381.


Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.
Omar Khayyam—Rubaiyat. FitzGerald's trans. St. 4.


You must show him ... by leaving him severely alone.
Chas. Stewart Parnell—Speech at Ennis.
Sept. 19, 1880.


Far in a wild, unknown to public view,
From youth to age a reverend hermit grew;
The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell,
His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well,
Remote from man ; with God he pass'd the days;
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Thomas Parnell—The Hermit.


Whosoever is delighted in solitude, is either a
wild beast or a god.
Plato—Protag. I. 337.
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Shall I, like an hermit, dwell
On a rock or in a cell?
Sir Walter Raleigh—Poem. SeeCAYLEY's
Life of Raleigh. Vol. I.


Then never less alone than when alone.
Samuel Rogers—Human Life. L. 759.
 | seealso = (See also Browne)
 | topic = Solitude
 | page = 731
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 | text = <poem>When, musing on companions gone,
We doubly feel ourselves alone.
Scott—Marmion. Canto II Introduction.


Atque ubi omnia nobis mala solitudo persuadet.
And when Solitude leads us into all manner
of evil.
Seneca—Epistle 25. Quoting Galgacus, leader of the Britains.
I love tranquil solitude
And such society
As is quiet, wise, and good.
Shelley—Rarely, Rarely, Comest Thou.


Solitude is the best nurse of wisdom.
Sterne—Letters. No. 82.


A wise man is never less alone than when he
is alone.
Swift—Essay on the FacuMies of the Mind.
 | seealso = (See also Cicero)
 | topic = Solitude
 | page = 731
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 | text = <poem>Alone each heart must cover up its dead;
Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
Bayard Taylor—The Poet's Journal. First
Evening. Conclusion.


'Tis not for golden eloquence I pray,
A godlike tongue to move a stony heart—
Methinks it were full well to be apart
In solitary uplands far away,
Betwixt the blossoms of a rosy spray,
Dreaming upon the wonderful sweet face
Of Nature, in a wild and pathless place.
  | author = Frederick Tennyson
 | work = Sonnet. From A
Treasury Of English Sonnets. Edited by
David M. Main.


I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.
Thoreau—Solitude.


I could live in the woods with thee in sight,
Where never should human foot intrude:
Or with thee find light in the darkest night,
And a social crowd in solitude.
TmuLLUs—Elegies. Elegy I.


Impulses of deeper birth
Have come to him in solitude.
Wordsworth—A Poet's Epitaph.


They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude.
Wordsworth—J Wandered Lonely. Lines in
the poem written by Mrs. Wordsworth.


Often have I sighed to measure
By myself a lonely pleasure,—
Sighed to thiok I read a book,
Only read, perhaps, by me.
Wordsworth—To the Small Celandine.


O sacred solitude! divine retreat!
Choice of the prudent! envy of the great,
By thy pure stream, or in thy waving shade,
We court fair wisdom, that celestial maid.
Young—Love of Fame. Satire V. L. 254.


O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought,
Lost to the noble sallies of the soul!
Who think it solitude to be alone.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night III. L. 6.


This sacred shade and solitude, what is it?
'Tis the felt presence of the Deity,
Few are the faults we natter when alone.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night V. L. 172.