...oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet I am — I live — though I am toss'd Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And...

...host, Sliadows of life, whose very soûl ist lost. And yet I ami — 1 live — tliough 1 am tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But ihe huge shipwreek of my own esteem And...

...oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet I am — I live — though I am toss'd Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joya, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem •...

...oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet I am — I live — though I am toss'd Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And...

...oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet 1 am — I live — though I am toss'd. Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And...

...oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very sonl is lost. And yet I am— I live — though I am toss'd Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreamf Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys. But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And...

...of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death's oblivion tost ; And yet I am — and live with shadows lost. Into...shipwreck of my life's esteems, And e'en the dearest — that I loved the best — Are strange — nay, rather stranger than the rest. I long for scenes...

...oblivions host, .SbadowS of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet I am — I live — though I am tossed ur joy : 'tis naught That ages, empires, and religions there Lie burie dream, Where there is neither sense of life nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And all...

...oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet I am — I live — though I am toss'd XY N;~Ej Z dream, Where there is neither sense of life nor But the huge shipwreck of my own es.teem, And all that's...

...oblivions host, Shadows of life, whoso very soul is lost. And yet I am — I live — though I am tossed us the dear old man replied, The gray-haired man of glee : " Down to t dream, Where there is neither souse of life iior joys, But the hngo shipwreck of my own esteem And...