TULA, OR THE HERMITESS OF ATHABASCA.
Reading edition
I thought to be alone. It might not be! There is no solitude in thy domains, Save what man makes, when in his selfish breast, He locks his joys, and bars out others’ grief.
Reading edition
I thought to be alone. It might not be! There is no solitude in thy domains, Save what man makes, when in his selfish breast, He locks his joys, and bars out others’ grief.