In misery's darkest cavern known,

His useful care was ever nigh

Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan,

And lonely want retir'd to die.

Samuel Johnson (1709-1784): Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 5.

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,

And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd

On lips that are for others; deep as love,—

Deep as first love, and wild with all regret.

Oh death in life, the days that are no more!

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The Princess. Part iv. Line 36.