Top 100 Poems About: SOLITUDE

In this page, poems on / about “solitude” are listed.
  • 1.

    Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
    Weep, and you weep alone.
    For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
    But has trouble enough of its own. read more »

    Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  • 2.
    Ode On Solitude

    Happy the man, whose wish and care
    A few paternal acres bound,
    Content to breathe his native air,
    In his own ground. read more »

    Alexander Pope
  • 3.
    Fears In Solitude

    A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
    A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place
    No singing sky-lark ever poised himself. read more »

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  • 4.
    In The Depths Of Solitude

    i exist in the depths of solitude
    pondering my true goal
    trying 2 find peace of mind
    and still preserve my soul read more »

    Tupac Shakur
  • 5.
    Alastor: Or, The Spirit Of Solitude

    Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood!
    If our great Mother has imbued my soul
    With aught of natural piety to feel
    Your love, and recompense the boon with mine; read more »

    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • 6.
    Winter Solitude

    Winter solitude--
    in a world of one color
    the sound of wind. read more »

    Matsuo Basho
  • 7.
    To Solitude

    O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
    Let it not be among the jumbled heap
    Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, -- read more »

    John Keats
  • 8.
    Lucy Gray, Or Solitude

    Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
    And, when I crossed the wild, read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 9.
    A Place Of Solitude

    Look out across the windswept hills,
    With rainbow hues, with misty blues,
    Across the valleys, lakes and rills,
    Where landscapes fuse, where eyes peruse, read more »

    Ernestine Northover
  • 10.
    O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell

    O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
    Let it not be among the jumbled heap
    Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,—
    Nature's observatory—whence the dell, read more »

    John Keats
  • 11.

    So many stones have been thrown at me,
    That I'm not frightened of them anymore,
    And the pit has become a solid tower,
    Tall among tall towers. read more »

    Anna Akhmatova
  • 12.

    To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
    To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
    Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
    And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been; read more »

    George Gordon Byron
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