 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.  Blackwood's Magazine - Страница 1481825Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1837 - 588 страници
...move ; Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love. My days are in the yellow 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 isle ; No torch is kindled... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 страници
...move; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! 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; Xo torch is kindled... | |
 | 1825 - 450 страници
...move ; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me loveMy 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 in my bosom preys, Is like to some volcanic isle, No torch is kindled... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1825 - 578 страници
...move; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love. 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 in my bosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled... | |
 | 1825 - 810 страници
...; Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow 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... | |
 | William Parry - 1825 - 286 страници
...; Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! " 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... | |
 | 1826 - 434 страници
...move; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me. love. 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 in my bosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle, No torch is kindled... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 страници
...move ; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me lave. My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers must be sustain'd like flesh and blood, — While Bacchus pours Are mine alone. The fire that in my bogom preyg Is like to some volcanic isle; No torch is- kindled... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 страници
...Yet, thongh 1 cannot lie beloved, Still let ше love. My daye 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 in my bosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1831 - 722 страници
...; Yet, though I cannot he beloved, Still let me love. My days are in the yellow leaf ; The flowers and fruits of love are gone : The worm, the canker, and the grief, Arc mine alone. The fire that in my bosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at his blaze — A funeral pile.... | |
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