IX.
Go where I will, I but intrude; I’m left in crowded rooms, Like Zimmerman on Solitude, Or Hervey at his tombs. From head to heel, they make me feel Of quite another clan; Compelled to own, though left alone, I’m not a single man!
Go where I will, I but intrude; I’m left in crowded rooms, Like Zimmerman on Solitude, Or Hervey at his tombs. From head to heel, they make me feel Of quite another clan; Compelled to own, though left alone, I’m not a single man!