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Now as even's warning bell	A
Rings the day's departing knell	A
Leaving me from labour free	B
Solitude I'll walk with thee	B
Whether 'side the woods we rove	C
Or sweep beneath the willow grove	C
Whether sauntering we proceed	D
Cross the green or down the mead	D
Whether sitting down we look	E
On the bubbles of the brook	E
Whether curious waste an hour	F
Pausing o'er each tasty flower	F
Or expounding nature's spells	G
From the sand pick out the shells	G
Or while lingering by the streams	H
Where more sweet the music seems	H
Listen to the soft'ning swells	G
Of some distant chiming bells	G
Mellowing sweetly on the breeze	I
Rising falling by degrees	I
Dying now then wak'd again	J
In full many a 'witching strain	K
Sounding as the gale flits by	L
Flats and sharps of melody	B
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Sweet it is to wind the rill	M
Sweet with thee to climb the hill	M
On whose lap the bullock free	B
Chews his cud most placidly	B
Or o'er fallows bare and brown	N
Beaten sheep tracks wander down	N
Where the mole unwearied still	M
Roots up many a crumbling hill	M
And the little chumbling mouse	O
Gnarls the dead weed for her house	O
While the plough's unfeeling share	P
Lays full many a dwelling bare	P
Where the lark with russet breast	Q
'Hind the big clod hides her nest	Q
And the black snail's founder'd pace	R
Finds from noon a hiding place	R
Breaking off the scorching sun	S
Where the matted twitches run	S
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Solitude I love thee well	A
Brushing through the wilder'd dell	A
Picking from the ramping grass	T
Nameless blossoms as I pass	T
Which the dews of eve bedeck	U
Fair a pearls on woman's neck	U
Marking shepherds rous'd from sleep	V
Blundering off to fold their sheep	V
And the swain with toils distrest	Q
Hide his tools to seek his rest	Q
While the cows with hobbling strides	W
Twitching slow their fly bit hides	W
Rub the pasture's creaking gate	Q
Milking maids and boys to wait	Q
Or as sunshine leaves the sky	L
As the daylight shuts her eye	L
Sweet it is to meet the breeze	I
'Neath the shade of hawthorn trees	I
By the pasture's wilder'd round	Q
Where the pismire hills abound	Q
Where the blushing fin weed's flower	F
Closes up at even's hour	F
Leaving then the green behind	Q
Narrow hoof plod lanes to wind	Q
Oak and ash embower'd beneath	X
Leading to the lonely heath	X
Where the unmolested furze	I
And the burdock's clinging burs	I
And the briars by freedom sown	Y
Claim the wilder'd spots their own	Y
	-
There while we the scene survey	Z
Deck'd in nature's wild array	Z
Swell'd with ling clad hillocks green	A2
Suiting the disorder'd scene	A2
Haply we may rest us then	J
In the banish'd herdsman's den	J
Where the wattled hulk is fixt	Q
Propt some double oak betwixt	Q
Where the swain the branches lops	I
And o'er head with rushes tops	I
Where with woodbine's sweet perfume	B2
And the rose's blushing bloom	B2
Loveliest cieling of the bower	F
Arching in peeps many a flower	F
While a hill of thyme so sweet	Q
Or a moss'd stone forms a seat	Q
There as 'tween light hangs the eve	C2
I will watch thy bosom heave	C2
Marking then the darksome flows	I
Night's gloom o'er thy mantle throws	I
Fondly gazing on thine eye	L
As it rolls its extasy	I
When thy solemn musings caught	Q
Tell thy soul's absorb'd in thought	Q
When thy finely folded arm	D2
O'er thy bosom beating warm	E2
Wraps thee melancholy round	Q
And thy ringlets wild unbound	Q
On thy lily shoulders lie	L
Like dark streaks in morning's sky	L
Peace and silence sit with thee	B
And peace alone is heaven to me	B
While the moonlight's infant hour	F
Faint 'gins creep to gild the bower	F
And the wattled hedge gleams round	Q
Its diamond shadows on the ground	Q
O thou soothing Solitude	Q
From the vain and from the rude	Q
When this silent hour is come	F2
And I meet thy welcome home	G2
What balm is thine to troubles deep	V
As on thy breast I sink to sleep	V
What bliss on even's silence flows	I
When thy wish'd opiate bring repose	I
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And I have found thee wondrous sweet	Q
Sheltering from the noon day heat	Q
As 'neath hazels I have stood	Q
In the gloomy hanging wood	Q
Where the sunbeams filtering small	H2
Freckling through the branches fall	H2
And the flapping leaf the ground	Q
Shadows flitting round and round	Q
Where the glimmering streamlets wreathe	B
Many a crooked root beneath	B
Unseen gliding day by day	Q
O'er their solitary way	Q
Smooth or rough as onward led	Q
Where the wild weed dip its head	Q
Murmuring dribbling drop by drop	I2
When dead leaves their progress stop	I2
Or winding sweet their restless way	Q
While the frothy bubbles play	Q
And I love thy presence drear	F
In such wildernesses where	F
Ne'er an axe was heard to sound	Q
Or a tree fall gulsh'd the ground	Q
Where as if that spot could be	B
First foot mark'd the ground by me	B
All is still and wild and gay	Q
Left as at creation's day	Q
Pleasant too it is to look	E
For thy step in shady nook	E
Where by hedge side coolly led	Q
Brooks curl o'er their sandy bed	Q
On whose tide the clouds reflect	Q
In whose margin flags are freckt	Q
Where the waters winding blue	J2
Single arch'd brig flutter through	J2
While the willow branches grey	Q
Damp the sultry eye of day	Q
And in whispers mildly sooth	B
Chafe the mossy keystone smooth	B
Where the banks beneath them spread	Q
Level in an easy bed	Q
While the wild thyme's pinky bells	I
Circulate reviving smells	I
And as the breeze with feather feet	Q
Crimping o'er the waters sweet	Q
Trembling fans the sun tann'd cheek	K2
And gives the comfort one would seek	K2
Stretching there in soft repose	I
Far from peace and freedom's foes	I
In a spot so wild so rude	Q
Dear to me is solitude	Q
Soothing then to watch the ground	Q
Every insect flitting round	Q
Such as painted summer brings	I
Lady fly with freckled wings	I
Watch her up the tall bent climb	L2
And from knotted flowers of thyme	L2
Where the woodland banks are deckt	Q
See the bee his load collect	Q
Mark him turn the petals by	L
Gold dust gathering on his thigh	L
As full many a hum he heaves	I
While he pats th'intruding leaves	I
Lost in many a heedless spring	M2
Then wearing home on heavy wing	M2
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But when sorrows more oppress	I
When the world brings more distress	I
Wishing to despise as then	J
Brunts of fate and scorn of men	J
When fate's demons thus intrude	Q
Then I seek thee Solitude	Q
Where the abbey's height appears	I
Hoary 'neath a weight of years	I
Where the mouldering walls are seen	A2
Hung with pellitory green	A2
Where the steeple's taper stretch	N2
Tires the eye its length to reach	O2
Dizzy nauntling high and proud	Q
Top stone losing in a cloud	Q
Where the cross to time resign'd	Q
Creaking harshly in the wind	Q
Crowning high the rifted dome	G2
Points the pilgrim's wish'd for home	G2
While the look fear turns away	Q
Shuddering at its dread decay	Q
There let me my peace pursue	J2
'Neath the shade of gloomy yew	J2
Doleful hung with mourning green	A2
Suiting well the solemn scene	A2
There that I may learn to scan	P2
Mites illustrious called man	P2
Turn with thee the nettles by	L
Where the grave stone meets the eye	L
Soon full soon to read and see	B
That all below is vanity	B
And man to me a galling thing	M2
Own'd creation's lord and king	M2
A minute's length a zephyr's breath	B
Sport of fate and prey of death	B
Tyrant to day to morrow gone	Q2
Distinguish'd only by a stone	Y
That fain would have the eye to know	R2
Pride's better dust is lodg'd below	R2
While worm like me are mouldering laid	Q
With nothing set to say they're dead	Q
All the difference trifling thing	M2
That notes at last the slave and king	M2
As wither'd leaves life's bloom when stopt	Q
That drop in autumn so they dropt	Q
As snails which in their painted shell	A
So snugly once were known to dwell	A
When in the school boy's care we view	J2
The pleasing toys of varied hue	J2
By age or accident are flown	Y
The shell left empty tenant gone	Q2
So pass we from the world's affairs	I
And careless vanish from its cares	I
So leave with silent long farewel	A
Vain life as left the snail his shell	A
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All this when there my eyes behold	Q
On every stone and heap of mould	Q
Solitude though thou art sweet	Q
Solemn art thou then to meet	Q
When with list'ning pause I look	E
Round the pillar's ruin'd nook	E
Glooms revealing dim descried	Q
Ghosts companion'd by thy side	Q
Where in old deformity	Q
Ancient arches sweep on high	L
And the aisles to light unknown	Y
Create a darkness all their own	Y
Save the moon as on we pass	I
Splinters through the broken glass	I
Or the torn roof patch'd with cloud	Q
Or the crack'd wall bulg'd and bow'd	Q
Glimmering faint along the ground	Q
Shooting solemn and profound	Q
Lighting up the silent gloom	B2
Just to read an ancient tomb	B2
'Neath where as it gilding creeps	I
We may see some abbot sleeps	I
And as on we mete the aisle	A
Daring scarce to breathe the while	A
Soft as creeping feet can fall	A
While the damp green stained wall	A
Swift the startled ghost flits by	L
Mocking murmurs faintly sigh	L
Reminding our intruding fear	F
Such visits are unwelcome here	F
Seemly then from hollow urn	S2
Gentle steps our step return	S2
E'er so soft and e'er so still	A
Check our breath or how we will	A
List'ning spirits still reply	L
Step for step and sigh for sigh	L
Murmuring o'er one's weary woe	R2
Such as once 'twas theirs to know	R2
They whisper to such slaves as me	Q
A buried tale of misery	Q
We once had life ere life's decline	T2
Flesh blood and bone the same as thine	T2
We knew its pains and shar'd its grief	U2
Till death long wish'd for brought relief	U2
We had our hopes and like to thee	Q
Hop'd morrow's better day to see	Q
But like to thine our hope the same	V2
To morrow's kindness never came	V2
We had our tyrants e'en as thou	B
Our wants met many a scornful brow	B
But death laid low their wealthy powers	I
Their harmless ashes mix with ours	I
And this vain world its pride its form	E2
That treads on thee as on a worm	W2
Its mighty heirs the time shall be	Q
When they as quiet sleep by thee	Q
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O here's thy comfort Solitude	Q
When overpowering woes intrude	Q
Then thy sad thy solemn dress	I
Owns the balm my soul to bless	I
Here I judge the world aright	Q
Here see vain man in his true light	Q
Learn patience in this trying hour	F
To gild life's brambles with a flower	F
Take pattern from the hints thou'st given	S
And follow in thy steps to heaven	S