Don Juan 03-052
Canto the Third

     LII
He enter'd in the house-his home no more,
     For without hearts there is no home; and felt
The solitude of passing his own door
     Without a welcome; there he long had dwelt,
There his few peaceful days Time had swept o'er,
     There his worn bosom and keen eye would melt
Over the innocence of that sweet child,
His only shrine of feelings undefiled.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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