But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the worlds tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless This is to be alone; this, this is solitude! Byron.Childe Harold, Canto II. Stanza 26.
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude; But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whispersolitude is sweet. Cowper.Retirement, Line 740.
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.Alexander Selkirk, Verse 1.