 | 1825 - 806 страници
...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...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
...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...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
...found; but there was no will, nor any directions for the disposal of his property in Greece. " The fire that on my bosom preys, Is lone as some volcanic...'tis not here Such thoughts should shake my soul; nor now Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. " The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory... | |
 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1825 - 446 страници
...The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! 3. The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic...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... | |
 | 1825 - 810 страници
...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...not here — Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. The eword, the banner, and the field, •... | |
 | 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
...The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! 3. The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic...No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! 4The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot... | |
 | 1825 - 848 страници
...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... | |
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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. 
