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Alone! — that worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known
Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word ALONE!
--
The New Timon, (1846). Part ii.

 

Edward Bulwer-Lytton

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