The New Timon. (1846.) Part i.
Alone!—that worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known
Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word Alone!
The New Timon. (1846.) Part ii.
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When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,