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 | 1825 - 806 sider
...move ; Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow leaf; The 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... | |
 | 1837 - 588 sider
...unmoved, Since others it has ceased to move ; Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love. My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits of...gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alono ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its... | |
 | 1876 - 1204 sider
...birthday, he describes his miserable condition : " My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and frnitB of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone." Here, again, we are haunted by the sad features of his early life, the lack of true and good home training... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1824 - 496 sider
...unmoved, Since others it has ceased to move; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love. My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits of...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... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1825 - 578 sider
...unmoved, Since others it has ceased to move; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love. My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits of...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... | |
 | 1825 - 454 sider
...unmoved, Since others it has ceased to move ; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love. My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits of...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... | |
 | 1825 - 848 sider
...unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move ; Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of...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... | |
 | William Parry - 1825 - 286 sider
...Since others it hath ceased to move ; Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! " My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of...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... | |
 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1825 - 336 sider
...Since others it hath ceased to move ; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! 2. My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 sider
...unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of...canker, and the grief, Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; Xo torch is kindled at its blare— A funeral pile!... | |
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