The leafless desert of the mind,
The waste of feelings unemployed.
534
BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 957.


=Desire (Love).=

It liveth not in fierce desire,
With dead desire it doth not die.
535
SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto v., St. 13.


=Desolation.=

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.
536
ALICE CARY: _Life._


=Despair.=

Despair defies even despotism; there is