WITH mighty leaps and bounds, I followed Passion's hounds, My hot blood had its day; Lust, Gluttony, and Drink, I chased to Hell's black brink, Both night and day. I ate like three strong men, I drank enough for ten, Each hour must have its glass; Yes, Drink and Gluttony Have starved more brains, say I, Than Hunger has. And now, when I grow old, And my slow blood is cold, And feeble is my breath -- I'm followed by those hounds, Whose mighty leaps and bounds Hunt me to death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE INSCRIPTIONS: 8 by MARK AKENSIDE NEW JERSEY by FRED CLARE BALDWIN THE BEACHCOMBER by MILDRED DOSCH BANTA VERSES, OCCASIONED BY AN AFFECTING INSTANCE OF SUDDEN DEATH by BERNARD BARTON VOICE FROM THE CHORUS by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |