 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
 | 1852 - 672 pàgines
...touching lines, his own lonely and miserable condition : — 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 plays Is lone as some voleanic isle ; No torch is kindled... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 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 fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled... | |
 | John Murray, John Murray (Firm) - 1845 - 510 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 lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 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,...! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some voleanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! The hope, the fear, the jealous... | |
 | Rose Ellen Temple - 1846 - 984 pàgines
...Since others it hath ceased to move ; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! * * • The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No touch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. BYRON. Readers, you are to suppose that during all... | |
 | George Peck - 1848 - 498 pàgines
...from the cheerless heavens, and shame draws the curtain of a solitary night about him. " The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are his alone." But it is in the future state alone that these effects of sin can be fully realized.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 428 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 lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled... | |
 | William Sweetser - 1850 - 456 pàgines
...over the loss of his youth at the age of thirty• six. " 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. • " If thou regrett'st thy youth, why live ? The land of honorable death Is here,... | |
 | David Thomas - 674 pàgines
...half of the allotted period of human life : — " Jly days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers, the fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone." The deep feeling of want must come on in the history of sin. The soul feels its emptiness,... | |
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