 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Sydney (pseud.) - 1828 - 74 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...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 share,... | |
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 pàgines
...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 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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 498 pàgines
...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 at its blaze : — A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, Th" exalted poition of the pain, And power of love, I cannot... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 426 pàgines
...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 at its blaze : — A funeral pile. • The hope, the fear, the jealous care, Th' exalted portion of the pain, And power of love, I cannot... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 430 pàgines
...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 at its blaze : — A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, Th' exalted portion of the pain, And power of love, I cannot... | |
 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1830 - 344 pàgines
...The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! 8. The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaz8 — A funeral pile ! 4. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain... | |
 | John Galt - 1830 - 404 pàgines
...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 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... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 pàgines
...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 at its blaze; — A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The' exalted portion of the pain, Anti power of love, I cannot... | |
 | 1831 - 372 pàgines
...completion of his thirtysixth year? Take, as a fair sample of the whole, two unconnected stanzas : — " The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic...No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile !" " Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood ! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile... | |
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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! 
