 | 1825 - 806 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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... | |
 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1825 - 336 pàgines
...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...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... | |
 | George Clinton - 1825 - 826 pàgines
...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... | |
 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1825 - 338 pàgines
...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... | |
 | William Parry - 1825 - 404 pàgines
...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...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1825 - 578 pàgines
...— 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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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! 
