 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!  On the Study of Celtic Literature - Pàgina 156per Matthew Arnold - 1867 - 181 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1825 - 806 pàgines
...Hewers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Arc 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 ! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot... | |
 | 1837 - 588 pàgines
...flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alono ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ;...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... | |
 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1825 - 446 pàgines
...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 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... | |
 | William Parry - 1825 - 404 pàgines
...but there was no will, nor any directions for the disposal of his property in Greece. " The fire 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... | |
 | George Clinton - 1825 - 826 pàgines
...and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone ! Tin- fire 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... | |
 | 1825 - 848 pàgines
...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 Л funeral pile ! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1825 - 578 pàgines
...— 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Sydney (pseud.) - 1828 - 94 pàgines
...flowers and fruits of love arc 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! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love I cannot share,... | |
 | 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... | |
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