When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude.


Bk. IV, l. 354 - The Prelude (1799-1805)


When from our better selves we have too long Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How...

When from our better selves we have too long Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How...

When from our better selves we have too long Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How...

When from our better selves we have too long Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How...