|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|None are so desolate but something dear,|
Dearer than self, possesses or possessd
A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
ByronChilde Harold. Canto II. St. 24.
|DesolateLife 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.
|No one is so accursed by fate,|
No one so utterly desolate,
But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.
|Abomination of desolation.|
Matthew. XXIV. 15; Mark. XIII. 14.
|My desolation does begin to make|
A better life.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 1.