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 USES OF POETRY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 41 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LITTLE BROWN BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FOR DECORATION DAY: 1861-1865 by RUPERT HUGHES TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON |