Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE Poet's Biography First Line: Long time a child, and still a child, when years Last Line: Time is my debtor for my years untold. Alternate Author Name(s): Coleridge, Hartley | ||||||||
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, 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 child, nor man Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is grey, For I have lost the race I never ran, 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. | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...SONG by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE TO SHAKESPEARE by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE ADDRESS TO CERTAIN GOLD-FISHES by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE DEATH-BED REFLECTIONS OF MICHAEL-ANGELO by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE DEDICATORY SONNET TO S. T. COLERIDGE by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE EARLY DEATH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE FEAR by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE FRIENDSHIP by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE HAGAR by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE IDEALITY by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE |
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