Unvisited

1870, Charles E. Oakley, “Hills of the north, rejoice,” in Edward Henry Bickersteth (ed.), The Hymnal Companion to the Book of Common Prayer, London: Sampson Low, Son, & Marston, Shores of the utmost West, Ye that have waited long, Unvisited, unblest, Break forth to swelling song:

O, you have lived in desolation here, Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.

[…] whence, with neighbouring arms, And opportune excursion, we may chance Re-enter Heaven; or else in some mild zone Dwell, not unvisited of Heaven’s fair light, Secure, and at the brightening orient beam Purge off this gloom: […]

But knowest thou that trees and fruits flourish upon the earth To gratify senses unknown—trees, beasts, and birds unknown; Unknown, not unperceiv’d, spread in the infinite microscope, In places yet unvisited by the voyager, and in worlds Over another kind of seas, and in atmospheres unknown?

[…] though his voice did not falter, and though she had no reason to suppose his eye wandering towards her while he spoke, Anne felt the utter impossibility, from her knowledge of his mind, that he could be unvisited by remembrance any more than herself.

Avoiding the popular “Wolfe collection,” whose anecdotic canvases filled one of the main galleries of the queer wilderness of cast-iron and encaustic tiles known as the Metropolitan Museum, they had wandered down a passage to the room where the “Cesnola antiquities” mouldered in unvisited loneliness.