THE FIRST MAN. HAT was't awakened first the untried ear Making sweet music out of air as sweet? HARTLEY COLERIDGE. ONG time a child, and still a child, when years 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 Of duty on my back. Nor child, nor man, A rathe December blights my lagging May ; HARTLEY COLERIDGE. HOMER. AR from the sight of earth, yet bright and plain Of lesser stars, that rise, and wax, and wane, One constant light gleams thro' the dark and long How fortified with all the numerous train Of truths wert thou, great poet of mankind, The strength of passion rising in the glee HARTLEY Coleridge. HITHER is gone the wisdom and the power The sweetness of old lays is hovering still; Or lurk and murmur in the rose-lipped shells HARTLEY Coleridge. TO A FRIEND. E parted on the mountains, as two streams ways; And thy fleet course hath been thro' many a maze As close pent up within my native dell, Have crept along from nook to shady nook, Where flow'rets blow, and whispering Naiads dwell. Yet now we meet, that parted were so wide, O'er rough and smooth to travel side by side. HARTLEY Coleridge. |