Then never less alone than when alone.

Human Life (1819)

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Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.

The Pleasures of Memory. Part ii. i.

She was good as she was fair,
None–none on earth above her!
As pure in thought as angels are:
To know her was to love her.

Jacqueline. Stanza 1.