...Perfect in each gigantic lineament, Otho look'd face to face on Charlemagne. Sonnet. By Hartly Coleridge. Long time a child, and still a child, when years Had...No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, tbough sweet, is only sleep, and waking, 1 wak'd to sleep no more; — at once o'ertaking The vanguard...

...Perfect in each gigantic lineament, Otho look'd face to face on Charlemagne. Sonnet. By Hartly Coleridge. Long time a child, and still a child, when years Had...thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears ; No hope 1 needed, and 1 knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep, and waking, I wak'd to sleep...

...suffered the best of his life to slip away from him unused. Sonnet IX. pathetically expresses this. " Long time a child, and still a child, when years Had...cheek, was I ; For yet I lived like one not born to d» ; A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep,...

...him unused. Sonnet IX. pathetically expresses this. " Long time a child, and still a child, when yean Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I ; For yet I lived like one not born to diej A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears, Wo hope I needed, and I knew no fears. I!ut sli:op,...

...despondingly, self-upbraidingly speaks, in one of those exquisite sonnets by which he being dead yet speaketh : Long time a child, and still a child, when years Had painted manhood on my cheeks, was I ; For yet I lived like one not born to die ; A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears,...

...perfectly apposite to the spirit and letter of our theme, ALWAYS A CHILD, that we must quote it entire : Long time a child, and still a child, when years Had...was I, — For yet I lived like one not born to die ; À thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though...

...altogether refused to be convinced that the original owner of the book was not s0 christened. ~~ ^ A Sonnet. time a child, and still a child, when years Had painted...lived like one not born to die; A thriftless prodigal ol smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. Rut sleep, though sweet, IE only sleep...

...perfectly apposite to the spirit and letter of our theme, ALWAYS A CHILD, that we must quote it entire : 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...

...mastery of form. The following sonnet, descriptive of a life that he deemed wasted, is deeply pathetic: " Long time a child, and still a child, when years Had painted manhood cm my cheek, was I ; For yet I lived like one not born to die : A thriftless prodigal of smiles and...

...peculiar to themselves, even in an age which has abounded in that form of composition. STILL I AM A CHILD. floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow wakiug, I waked to sleep no more, at once o'ertaking The vanguard of my age, with all arrears Of duty...