She returned at last to her little home, to find it a scene of desolation.
There was a monotone of desolation as she went on speaking in a whisper meant for the ears of no other.
For him this was desolation, such a catastrophe that he forgot his torments.
Far and wide lay a ruined country, yielding nothing but desolation.
Yet there was a grandeur in my desolation that would ...