Definition of "unvisited"

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

c. 1595–1596 (date written), William Shakespeare, “Loues Labour’s Lost”, in Mr. William Shakespeares Comedies, Histories, & Tragedies […] (First Folio), London: […] Isaac Iaggard, and Ed[ward] Blount, published 1623, [Act V, scene ii]

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

1667, John Milton, “Book II”, in Paradise Lost. […], London: […] [Samuel Simmons], […]; republished as Paradise Lost in Ten Books: […], London: Basil Montagu Pickering […], 1873,

But knowest thou that trees and fruits flourish upon the earthTo 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 worldsOver another kind of seas, and in atmospheres unknown?

1793, William Blake, Visions of the Daughters of Albion‎, lines 100–104

[…] 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.

1817 (date written), [Jane Austen], Persuasion; published in Northanger Abbey: And Persuasion. […], volumes (please specify |volume=III or IV), London: John Murray, […], 20 December 1817 (indicated as 1818)

Shores of the utmost West, / Ye that have waited long, / Unvisited, unblest, / Break forth to swelling song:

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,

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.

1920, Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence‎, Book II, Chapter 31