Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And fled to the silence of sweet solitude.

John Clare
Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And...
Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And...
Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And...
Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And...
About This Quote

A person's happiness is only truly found in a place where they can be their own person. When a person feels lonely, they may look for a place where they can be alone where they can think their thoughts and enjoy the company of only themselves. In this quote, William Wordsworth is speaking about how he loves solitude. He is saying that when he was alone he felt the happiest he ever has been. In turn, he was happier because of how happy he was while being alone.

Source: Poems Chiefly From Manuscript

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