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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537975" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Verses, Supposed To Be Written By Alexander Selkirk During His Solitary Abode In The Island Of Juan Fernandez</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am monarch of all I survey; <br>My right there is none to dispute; <br>From the centre all round to the sea <br>I am lord of the fowl and the brute <br>O Solitude! where are the charms <br>That sages have seen in thy face? <br>Better dwell in the midst of alarms, <br>Than reign in this horrible place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am out of humanity's reach; <br>I must finish my journey alone; <br>Never hear the sweet music of speech-- <br>I start at the sound of my own; <br>The beasts that roam over the plain <br>My form with indifference see-- <br>They are so unacquainted with man,<br>Their tameness is shocking to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Society, Friendship, and Love <br>Divinely bestow'd upon man, <br>Oh had I the wings of a dove <br>How soon would I taste you again! <br>My sorrows I then might assuage <br>In the ways of religion and truth, <br>Might learn from the wisdom of age, <br>And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Religion! what treasure untold<br>Resides in that heavenly word!<br>More precious than silver and gold,<br>Or all that this earth can afford.<br>But the sound of the church-going bell<br>These valleys and rocks never heard,<br>Ne'er sighed at the sound of a knell,<br>Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye winds that have made me your sport,<br>Convey to this desolate shore <br>Some cordial endearing report <br>Of a land I shall visit no more. <br>My friends, do they now and then send <br>A wish or a thought after me?<br>O tell me I yet have a friend, <br>Though a friend I am never to see. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How fleet is a glance of the mind! <br>Compared with the speed of its flight, <br>The tempest itself lags behind, <br>And the swift-wingèd arrows of light. <br>When I think of my own native land, <br>In a moment I seem to be there; <br>But, alas! recollection at hand <br>Soon hurries me back to despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, <br>The beast is laid down in his lair; <br>Even here is a season of rest, <br>And I to my cabin repair. <br>There's mercy in every place;<br>And mercy--encouraging thought!-- <br>Gives even affliction a grace, <br>And reconciles man to his lot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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My right there is none to dispute; 
From the centre all round to the sea 
I am lord of the fowl and the brute 
O Solitude! where are the charms 
That sages have seen in thy face? 
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,..."></div>
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