That holy dream - that holy dream.
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam,
A lonely spirit guiding. [ Poe ]
O, though oft oppressed and lonely,
All my fears are laid aside,
If I but remember only
Such as these have lived and died! [ Longfellow ]
Just above yon sandy bar,
As the day grows fainter and dimmer.
Lonely and lovely, a single star
Lights the air with a dusky glimmer. [ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ]
Our rocks are rough, but smiling there
The acacia waves her yellow hair,
Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less
For flow'ring in a wilderness. [ Moore ]
Graceful, tossing plume of glowing gold,
Waving lonely on the rocky ledge;
Leaning seaward, lovely to behold,
Clinging to the high cliff's ragged edge. [ Celia Thaxter ]
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar. [ Byron ]
Silent companions of the lonely hour,
Friends, who can alter or forsake,
Who for inconstant roving have no power,
And all neglect, perforce, must calmly take. [ Mrs. Norton ]
And high above the fight the lonely bugle grieves. [ Grenville Mellin ]
Forgive and forget! - why, the world would be lonely,
The garden a wilderness left to deform.
If the flowers but remember'd the chilling winds only.
And the fields gave no verdure for fear of the storm. [ Charles Swain ]
So lonely it was that God himself scarce seemed there to be. [ Coleridge ]
There is no creature so lonely as the dweller in the intellect. [ William Winter ]
Genius is lonely without the surrounding presence of a people to inspire it. [ T. W. Higginson ]
Him who lonely loves to seek the distant hills, and there converse with nature. [ Thomson ]
Poetry is inestimable as a lonely faith, a lonely protest in the uproar of atheism. [ Ralph Waldo Emerson ]
We are most of us very lonely in this world; you who have any who love you, cling to them and thank God. [ Thackeray ]
How dear the sure counsel of a present friend, whose heavenly power failing, the lonely one sinks in silence; for earnest thought and resolution, locked within his breast, are slowly ripened; the presence of the loved one soon warms them into being. [ Goethe ]
The loss of a mother is always severely felt; even though Her health may incapacitate her from taking any active part in the care of her family, still she is a sweet rallying-point, around which affection and obedience, and a thousand tender endeavors to please concentrate; and dreary is the blank when such a point is withdrawn! It is like that lonely star before us; neither its heat nor light are anything to us in themselves; yet the shepherd would feel his heart sad if he missed it, when he lifts his eye to the brow of the mountain over which it rises when the sun descends. [ Lamartine ]