 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 - Pàgina 1481825Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 pàgines
...; 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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...; 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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