"Desolate—Life is so dreary and desolate— Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single, Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan— Holding and having its brief exultation— Making its lonesome and low lamentation— Fighting its terrible conflicts alone."
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Life; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 189.
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Alice Cary
Alice Cary (April 26, 1820 – February 12, 1871) was a poet born near Cincinnati, Ohio. She and her younger sister, Phoebe Cary, co-published poems in 1849. They lived on the Clovernook farm in North College Hill, Ohio.
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