 My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. The hope,...  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Страница 1481825Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1825 - 806 страници
...alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! The hope, the fear, the...power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. Bnt 'tis not thvs — and 'tis nol here — Such thoughts should sliuke my soul, nor nou't Where glory... | |
 | 1837 - 588 страници
...alono ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze, — A funeral pile ! The hope— the fear —...love I cannot share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not thai, and 'tis not here Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the hero's bier,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1894 - 602 страници
...Ponto ' we have an attempt to misapply the elegiac muse, and to force her whose song should be of ' The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love,' to record the petty troubles of une ame desorientfa, and ill at ease amid its surroundings. We could... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1824 - 496 страници
...No torch is kindled at its blaze— A funeral pile. The hope, the fears, the jealous care, • Th' exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. Bnt 'tis not here—it is not here— Such thoughts should shake my soul; nor nowWhere glory seals... | |
 | William Parry - 1825 - 404 страници
...Greece. " The fire that on my bosom preys, Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze— A funeral pile! " The hope, the fear, the...glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. " The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield,... | |
 | William Parry - 1825 - 286 страници
...alone ! " The fire that on my bosom preys, Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! " The hope, the fear, the...not here Such thoughts should shake my soul ; nor note Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. " The sword, the banner, and the field,... | |
 | George Clinton - 1825 - 826 страници
...alone ! Tin- fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! The hope, the fear, the...not here— Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor not:, Where glory decks the hero's hier, Or hinds his brow. The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory... | |
 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1825 - 446 страници
...alone ! 3. The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! The hope, the fear, the...power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. 5. But 'tis not thus — and 'tis not here — Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 страници
...The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; Xo torch is kindled at its blare— A funeral pile! The hope, the fear, the jealous care,...power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. But't is not thus— and 't is not here— Such thoughts should shake my soul, not now, Where glory... | |
 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1825 - 338 страници
...bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! 4The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion...power of love, I cannot share, But "wear the chain. 5. But 'tis not thus— and 'tis not AcreSuch thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks... | |
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