Hartley Coleridge Quotes:
Ocupation: Poet
Life: September 19, 1796 - January 6, 1849
Birthday: September 19
Death: January 6
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 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 days untold.
source: Hartley Coleridge, Derwent Coleridge (1851). “Poems”, p.13
topic: Sweet, Children, Sleep, Old Time, Blight, Prodigals, Vanguard, Born To Die, Smile And Tears
