I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd,—
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.
From William Cowper‘s poem “Retirement.”
I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd,—
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.
From William Cowper‘s poem “Retirement.”