Then never less alone than when alone.

Human Life (1819)

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The good are better made by ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.

Jacqueline. Stanza 3.

A guardian angel o’er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

Human Life (1819)

The soul of music slumbers in the shell
Till waked and kindled by the master’s spell;
And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!

Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves,–not dead, but gone before,
He gathers round him.

Human Life (1819)