 Long time a child, and still a child, when years Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I,— For yet I lived like one not born to die ; A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep,...  A New Spirit of the Age - Pàgina 161editat per - 1844 - 365 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 176 pàgines
...prodigal of smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep, and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at once...rathe December blights my lagging May ; And still I am a child, tho' I be old, Time is my debtor for my years untold. I SONNET X. YOUTH, love, and mirth,... | |
 | Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 180 pàgines
...prodigal of smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep, and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at once...rathe December blights my lagging May ; And still I am a child, tho' I be old, Time is my debtor for my years untold. SONNET X. YOUTH, love, and mirth,... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1833 - 690 pàgines
...prodigal of smiles and tears ; No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep ; and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at once...the race I never ran ; A rathe December blights my Isigging May ; And still I am a child, tho' I be old, Time is my debtor for my years untold.' SONNET... | |
 | 1833 - 578 pàgines
...prodigal of smiles and tears; No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep; and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at once...head is grey, For I have lost the race I never ran; t A rathe December blights my lagging May ; And still I am a child, tho' I be old, Time is my debtor... | |
 | 1852 - 576 pàgines
...fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep, and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at onceo'ertaking The vanguard of my age, with all arrears Of duty on...is grey, For I have lost the race I never ran ; A rothe December blights my lagging May ; And still I am a child, tho' 1 be old, Time is my debtor for... | |
 | 1841 - 846 pàgines
...No hope 1 needed, and 1 knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep, and waking, I wak'd to sleep no more ;— at once o'ertaking The vanguard....A. rathe December blights my lagging May, And still I am a child ; though I be old, Time is my debtor for my years are told. The Poet's Cottage. (T. Moore's,... | |
 | 1851 - 526 pàgines
...prodigal of smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep, and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at once...A rathe December blights my lagging May: And still I am a child, tho' I be old, Time is my debtor for my years untold. peculiar manner, he had flashes... | |
 | william harrison ainsworth - 1856 - 524 pàgines
...prodigal of smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep ; and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at once..., The vanguard of my age, with all arrears Of duty at my back. Nor child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is grey, For I have lost the race... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1856 - 522 pàgines
...prodigal of smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep ; and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at once...o'ertaking The vanguard of my age, with all arrears Of duty at my back. Nor child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is grey, For I have lost the race... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1859 - 676 pàgines
...Indeed, he did say, in a sonnet of consummate sweetness in the expression, and pathos in the thought, Nor child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my...rathe December blights my lagging May ; And still I am a child, though I ue old, Time is ray debtor for my years untold. As a critic, he had proved his... | |
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