Lord Byron – Childe Harold Canto 4 part 8
Child talks of “Oh Love! no inhabitant of earth thou art – an unseen serph, we believe in thee,…..”; he thinks “Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, and fevers into false creation…..”. He even goes so far as to say “Who loves, raves – ’tis youth’s frenzy – but the cure is bitterer still”. He laments “We wither from our youth, we gasp away – sick – sick…”, and “Few – none – find what they love or could have loved…”.
