I tried to lie down and sleep, but the sense of loneliness
came again and quite overpowered me.
In this way it came to pass that those scattered linen-weavers--emigrants from the town into the country--were to the last regarded as aliens by their rustic neighbours, and usually contracted the eccentric habits which belong to a state of loneliness
My heart beat as I travelled through the forest in dark and loneliness
like that of the night, and ever I looked round searching for the eyes of the Amatongo.
But, suffering much there from loneliness
, she soon wrote a pathetic letter to Agatha, entreating her to spend the approaching Christmas vacation with her, and promising her every luxury and amusement that boundless affection could suggest and boundless means procure.
The old King was much grieved when they brought him the news of his son's disappearance, but as he could do nothing to free him from his fate, he gave himself up to an old age of grief and loneliness
, cherishing at the same time the hope that some lucky chance might one day deliver the youth out of the hands of his enemy.
It is recorded, then, that as soon as Sancho had gone, Don Quixote felt his loneliness
, and had it been possible for him to revoke the mandate and take away the government from him he would have done so.
Small trees already had sprung up in what had been the village street; but desolation and loneliness
hung like a pall above the scene.
It is odd that a thing which I have been taught to regard with disfavour and as idolatrous should in a time of loneliness
and trouble be of help.
It would be impossible to detail every step of the lapsing of these monsters,--to tell how, day by day, the human semblance left them; how they gave up bandagings and wrappings, abandoned at last every stitch of clothing; how the hair began to spread over the exposed limbs; how their foreheads fell away and their faces projected; how the quasi-human intimacy I had permitted myself with some of them in the first month of my loneliness
became a shuddering horror to recall.
One small white cloud Threading the vasty vault of heaven recalls My heart unto her loneliness
Do you wish, then, to persuade me that your whole existence has been passed in loneliness
and want and gloom, with never a cheering word to help you, nor a seat in a friend's chimney-corner?
And they may unfold a tale of narrow escape, of steady ill-luck, of high winds and heavy weather, of ice, of interminable calms or endless head-gales; a tale of difficulties overcome, of adversity defied by a small knot of men upon the great loneliness
of the sea; a tale of resource, of courage - of helplessness, perhaps.