 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
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 734 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, though I be old, Time is my debtor for my years untold. To A LOFTY EEAUTY, FROM HER POOR... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1884 - 654 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, though I ba old, Time is my debtor for my years untold. To A LOFTY EEAUTY, FROM HER POOR... | |
 | 1885 - 686 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...child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is gray. For I have lost the race I never ran : A rathe December blights my lagging May; And still I am... | |
 | 1885 - 668 pàgines
...with all arrears Of duty on my back. Nor child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is gray, For I have lost the race I never ran : A rathe December blights my lagging May; And still I am a child, though I be old, Time is my debtor for my years untold. TO A LOFTY BEAUTY, FROM HER POOR... | |
 | David M. Main - 1886 - 342 pàgines
...with all arrears Of duty on my back. Nor child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is gray, For I have lost the race I never ran : A rathe December blights my lagging May ; And still I am a child, though I be old : Time is my debtor for my years untold. '""T'OO true it is my time of... | |
 | Samuel Waddington - 1888 - 272 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, though I be old : Time is my debtor for my years untold. , HARTLEY COLERIDGE. HOMER.... | |
 | Samuel Waddington - 1888 - 272 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, though I be old : Time is my debtor for my years untold. HARTLEY COLERIDGE. HOMER. AR... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1889 - 488 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...child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is gray, For I have lost the race I never ran ; A rathe December blights my lagging Mayj And still I am... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1889 - 468 pàgines
...prodigal of smiles and tears ; No hope 1 needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep; and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at once...child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is gray, For I have lost the race I never ran ; A rathe December blights my lagging May; And still I am... | |
 | Walter Bagehot, Richard Holt Hutton - 1891 - 574 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...child nor man Nor youth nor sage, I find my head is gray, For I have lost the race I never ran ; A rathe December blights my lagging May ; And still I... | |
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