 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 Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 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... | |
 | Philip Smith Sparling - 1854 - 136 pàgines
...move; Yet, tho' 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... | |
 | George Bancroft - 1855 - 554 pàgines
...; Yet, though I canot 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." Such was the harassed state of Lord Byron, at the epoch which seemed to promise him... | |
 | John Frost - 1855 - 462 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... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 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... | |
 | 1858 - 866 pàgines
...are caroling ! MY life is in tho sear ami yellow leaf, The fruits and flowers of lore are gone ; Tbo worm, the canker, and the grief Arc mine alone. The fire that on my bosom burns Is lone as some volcanic isle, No torch ¡3 lighted at its blaze, A funeral pile. BYRON. 20 21... | |
 | Koninklijke Akademie van Wetenschappen (Netherlands) - 1905 - 654 pàgines
...Lord op zijn 36en jaardag dat akelig mooie vers gemaakt: 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 de 70-jarige BKETS zingt de wijs na op gansch anderen toon : Mijn dagen zijn in 't gele... | |
 | 1859 - 802 pàgines
...ear, to which he responds iu despair : My days ore in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of lifo are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Arc mine alone ! • The fire that on my bosom prays Is lone as some volcanie isle ; No torch is kindled at its blate — A funeral pile ! YOUNG man,... | |
 | Eliza Dupe - 1860 - 122 pàgines
...touching lines his lonely and wretched condition : he writes, 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 volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled... | |
 | Hugh Stowell - 1860 - 146 pàgines
...illustrate the wretchedness which resided in his breast.. " 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, A funeral pile " The... | |
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