 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...  The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the Year ... - Page 5001841Full view - About this book
 | Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 176 pages
...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...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, what are... | |
 | Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 180 pages
...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...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, what are they... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1833 - 690 pages
...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...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 pages
...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...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 pages
...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... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1859 - 672 pages
...thought, Nor child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, 1 find my head is grey, Tor I have lost the race 1 never ran; A rathe December blights my lagging May ; And still I am a child, though I he old, Time is my debtor for my years untold. As a critic, he had proved his competency, natural and... | |
 | Richard H. Horne - 1844 - 382 pages
...No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is ouly sleep, and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at once o'ertaking The vanguard...rathe December blights my lagging May ; And still T am a child, tho* I be old, Time is my debtor for my years untold." The prose writings of Hartley... | |
 | Richard H. Horne - 1844 - 422 pages
...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...nor sage, I find my head is grey, For I have lost tbe race I never ran, A rathe December blights my lagging May ; And still I am a child, tho' I be old,... | |
 | Richard H. Horne - 1844 - 356 pages
...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 on my back. Nor cbild, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is grey, For I have lost the race I never ran,... | |
 | Richard H. Horne - 1844 - 392 pages
...waking, 1 waked to sleep no more, at once o'crtaking The vanguard of my age with all arrears Ofdnty on my back. Nor child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I fine my head is grey, For I have lost tini race I never ran, A ratho December blights my lagging May... | |
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