C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • There is no creature loves me;
  • And if I die no soul shall pity me.
  • Shakespeare.

    No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence.

    George Eliot.

  • On rolls the stream with a perpetual sigh;
  • The rocks moan wildly as it passes by;
  • Hyssop and wormwood border all the strand,
  • And not a flower adorns the dreary land.
  • Bryant.

  • I alone am left on earth!
  • To whom nor relative nor blood remains,
  • No! not a kindred drop that runs in human veins.
  • Campbell.

  • Gone—flitted away,
  • Taken the stars from the night and the sun from the day!
  • Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
  • Tennyson.

  • No one is so accursed by fate,
  • No one so utterly desolate,
  • But some heart, though unknown,
  • Responds unto his own.
  • Longfellow.

  • What is the worst of woes that wait on age?
  • What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?
  • To view each loved one blotted from life’s page,
  • And be alone on earth, as I am now.
  • Byron.

  • Desolate! Life is so dreary and desolate.
  • Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle,
  • Yet with itself every soul standeth single,
  • Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan;
  • Holding and having its brief exultation;
  • Making its lonesome and low lamentation;
  • Fighting its terrible conflicts alone.
  • Alice Cary.

  • The fountain of my heart dried up within me,—
  • With nought that loved me, and with nought to love,
  • I stood upon the desert earth alone.
  • And in that deep and utter agony,
  • Though then, then even most unfit to die
  • I fell upon my knees and prayed for death.
  • Maturin.

  • Unhappy he! who from the first of joys,
  • Society, cut off, is left alone
  • Amid this world of death. Day after day,
  • Sad on the jutting eminence he sits,
  • And views the main that ever toils below;
  • Still fondly forming in the farthest verge,
  • Where the round ether mixes with the wave,
  • Ships, dim-discovered, dropping from the clouds;
  • At evening, to the setting sun he turns
  • A mournful eye, and down his dying heart
  • Sinks helpless.
  • Thomson.