 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!  Poetical Works - Страница 391по George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1825 - 806 страници
...leaf; The Hewers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Arc mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic...No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot... | |
 | 1837 - 588 страници
...leaf, The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alono ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic...torch is kindled at its blaze, — A funeral pile ! The hope— the fear — the jealous care — The exalted portion of the pain And power of love I... | |
 | 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... | |
 | William Parry - 1825 - 286 страници
...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...No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! " The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot... | |
 | George Clinton - 1825 - 826 страници
...The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone ! Tin- fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic...No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot... | |
 | 1825 - 848 страници
...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 Л funeral pile ! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of... | |
 | 1825 - 810 страници
...leaf; Tlie 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 torcli is kindled at Us blaze — A funeral pile ! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 страници
...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; Xo torch is kindled at its blare— A funeral pile! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted... | |
 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1825 - 336 страници
...bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! 4. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain t And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. 5. But 'tis not thus — and 'tis not here... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1825 - 578 страници
...— The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone. The fire that in my bosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle; 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... | |
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