 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
 | William Bingham Tappan - 1840 - 344 pàgines
...its abuse, A constant, bitter curse. * Vide Lord Byron's verses on completing his thirty-sixth year : The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle, &c. For what to virtue blessings are, Most sweet, and safe and kind, — Are evils, terrible to him... | |
 | Daniel Tyerman - 1841 - 342 pàgines
...he heloved, Still let me love. " My days are iп their yellow leaf. The flower, the fruit of love is gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief. Arc mine alone. " The fire that on this bosom preys Is lone as stuпn vulcnnit: l'k, ^ No fire is kindled at its blaze, A funeral pile!"... | |
 | 1880 - 506 pàgines
...Byron, at thirty-five, wrote these sad words — " My days are in the sere and yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits of love are gone, The worm the canker and the grief Are mine alone." Now look into that ancient dungeon and you will discern, by the dim light, an old... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 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 - 1841 - 366 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 kinJled... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 380 pàgines
...move ; Yet, though I cannot he heloved, 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 done. The fire that in my hosom preys, Is like to some volcanic isle, No touch is kindled... | |
 | 1841 - 844 pàgines
...move; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, , Still let me love. My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowen and fruits of love are gone, The worm, the canker and the grief Are mine alone. The fire that in my hosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled... | |
 | 1893 - 844 pàgines
...quotation ; its most characteristic lines are these : — 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 hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain, And power of... | |
 | 1862
...him in the very strength and greenness of his age : — " 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." Oh, my brother, this world cannot fill that strange, deep heart of yours. If, indeed,... | |
 | 1878 - 892 pàgines
...blank wall, and to despair still more blank, saying " My years are in the yellow leaf ; The flower, the fruits, of love are gone : The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone," — this man cries, " 0 that I may know Him, and the power of His resurrection, and... | |
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