Note 265 — Chapter IX · ROMANTIC MELANCHOLY
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No finer lines on solitude are found in English than those in which Wordsworth relates how from his room at Cambridge he could look out on
The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone. (Prelude III, 61-63.)
Cf. also the line in the Sonnet on Milton:
His soul was like a star and dwelt apart.