I'm very lonely now, Mary,

For the poor make no new friends;

But oh they love the better still

The few our Father sends!

Lady Dufferin (1807-1867): Lament of the Irish Emigrant.

So lonely 't was, that God himself

Scarce seemed there to be.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): The Ancient Mariner. Part vii.

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.