Solitude sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 249.
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.
COWPER: _Verses supposed to be written by Alex. Selkirk,_ St. 1.
Man dwells apart, though not alone,
He walks among his peers unread;
The best of thoughts which he hath known,
For lack of listeners are not said.
JEAN INGELOW: _Afternoon at a Parsonage, Afterthought._
It was a wild and lonely ride.
Save the hid loon's mocking cry,
Or marmot on the mountain side,
The earth was silent as the sky.
HAMLIN GARLAND: _The Long Trail._