O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.
Night the third. (The complaint: or, Night-thoughts on life, death, & immortality). (ed. 1742)
O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.
Night the third. (The complaint: or, Night-thoughts on life, death, & immortality). (ed. 1742)