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,