ODE UPON SOLITUDE. HAIL, sacred Solitude! from this calm bay All those senseless vanities: With pity moved for others, cast away Sunk deep into the gulfs of an afflicted state. Deaf to her fondest call, blind to her greatest charms, And, sunk in pleasures and in brutish ease, Hail, sacred Solitude! soul of my soul, Thou dost a better life and nobler vigour give; Dost each unruly appetite control: Thy constant quiet fills my peaceful breast This private solitary shade : And, with fantastic wounds by beauty made, The joy has no allay of jealousy, hope, and fear, And purified from Lust's dishonest stain : For I am with my friend alone, As if we were but one; "Tis the polluted love that multiplies, But friendship does two souls in one comprise. Here in a full and constant tide doth flow mind; Pleasures which do from friendship and from knowledge rise, Which make us happy, as they make us wise: And, stopping for a while my breath, 107 THE DREAM. To the pale tyrant, who to horrid graves Which the unequal'd maid so long had worn ; THE GHOST OF THE OLD HOUSE OF COMMONS, TO THE NEW ONE, APPOINTED TO MEET AT OXFORD. FROM deepest dungeons of eternal night, |