...ifpjiui[uui f|/r iuipui J'V" ^ "ift fini t""riefi'u"f_p'va i"F"t£ *"fli" i^"""ty* i "J,frrt, uiui^ CXXIV We wither from our youth, we gasp away — Sick —...phantom lures, such as we sought at first — But all loo late, — so are we doubly curst, Love, fame, ambition, avarice — it is the same, Each idle,...

...many things, and was none the better for it. ' We wither from our youth, we gasp away — Sick, sick j unfound the boon, unslaked the thirst, Though to the...decay, Some phantom lures such as we sought at first.' i Something like this he would fain have said; he would fain have warned her against those vague restless...

...undone. cxxrv. We wither from our youth, we gasp away— Sick—sick ; unfound the boon—unslaked the thirst, Though to the last, in verge of our decay,...phantom lures, such as we sought at first— But all too late,—so are we doubly curst. Love, fame, ambition, avarice—'tie the same, Each idle—and all...

...philosophy of madness and misery, teaching that all happiness is shadowy, all aspiration futile. " We wither from our youth, we gasp away — Sick —...at first — But all too late, — so are we doubly cursed. Love, fame, ambition, avarice — 'tis the same, Each idle — and all ill — and none the...

...ever near the prize — wealthiest when most undone. We wither from our youth, we gasp awaySick — sick ; unfound the boon, unslaked the thirst, Though...— But all too late, — so are we doubly curst. Love, fame, ambition, avarice — 'tis the same, Each idle, and all ill, and none the worst — "For...

...wither from our youth, we gasp away — [thirst, Sick — sick ; unfound the boon — unslaked the Love, fame, ambition, avarice — 'tis the same, Each idle — and all ill — and none the worst —...

...; The stubborn heart, its alohemy begun, Seems ever near the prize — wealthiest when most undone. 'We wither from our youth, we gasp away — Sick — sick ; unfound the boon, uuslaked the thirst, Though to the last, in verge of our decay, Some phantom lures, snch as we sought...

...passions and appetites, and gratified every desire — in the restlessness of his soul cries out : — " We wither from our youth, we gasp away — Sick —...such as we sought at first — But all too late ; so we are doubly curst. Love, fame, ambition, avarice, — 'tis the same, Each idle — and all ill —...

...intellect. Verily, the lines of Byron apply with special significance to the state of the opium eater : " We wither from our youth, we gasp away — Sick —...as we sought at first — But all too late, — so we are doubly curst." If anything whatever is done, it must be done through suffering, and by herculean...

...answer. Bnt is there, indeed, anything that deserves to be called Philosophy of Life in his poems ? We wither from our youth, we gasp away— Sick— sick ; unfound the boon — шм!»Ы the thirst ; Though to the last, in verge of our decay, Some phantom lures, such as we...