 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
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 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 lire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled... | |
 | Sydney (pseud.) - 1828 - 98 страници
...move; Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love. 26 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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 426 страници
...move ; Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love. My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowere and fruits of love are gone, The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone. The fire that on my bosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle, No torch is kindled... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 430 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 like to some volcanic isle, No torch is kindled... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 498 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 like to some volcanic isle, No torch is kindled... | |
 | John Galt - 1830 - 404 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... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 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 - 498 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. Tbe fire thai in my hosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle, No torch is kindled... | |
 | John Galt - 1832 - 358 страници
...move, Yet though 1 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 Arc mine alone. The flre that in my bosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle, No torch is kindled at its blaze — A i... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1832 - 592 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! 3. The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled... | |
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