 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 Seiten
...'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...not here — Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory... | |
 | Philip Smith Sparling - 1854 - 136 Seiten
...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...love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not thus—and 'tis not here Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now— When glory decks the hero's... | |
 | 1854 - 344 Seiten
...intoxicated by their good fortune. They had abundance and something for the necessitous. ttorattfol " The fire that on my bosom preys, Is lone as some volcanic...No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! " In the morning train from Petersburg, there was a lady closely vailed, in the same car with ourselves.... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 Seiten
...some volcanic isle : No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. • The hopes, the fears, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain,...love I cannot share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not here, it is not here, Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor nowWhere glory seals the hero's bier,... | |
 | John Frost - 1855 - 462 Seiten
...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 at its blaze...funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, Th' exalted portion of the pain, And power of love, I cannot share ; But wear the chain. But 'tis not... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1855 - 584 Seiten
...; Yet, though 1 cannot be beloved, Still let me love! 2. " My days are in the yellow leaf; 3. " The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — À funeral pile ! 4. " The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And... | |
 | Henry Lynden Flash - 1860 - 180 Seiten
...child, And a soul was lost and won ; A guilty soul was forever lost, And a gentle soul was won. " The fire that on my bosom preys, Is lone as some volcanic...No torch is kindled at its blaze, A funeral pile." — Byron. WITHIN my troubled breast there burns a flame, Blasting content forever with its blaze ;... | |
 | Eliza Dupe - 1860 - 122 Seiten
...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 at its blaze, A funeral pile. Shortly after composing these lines, he was arrested by the rude hand of death. "The death-bed of the... | |
 | Hugh Stowell - 1860 - 146 Seiten
...bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle, A funeral pile " The hope, the fear, the jealous care, Th' exalted portion of the pain, And power of love I cannot share, But wear the chain." •* PAGE 12, LINE 24. Thus Mem'ry haunted with their ruthless deed The Hebrew brothers, in their hour... | |
 | 1860 - 1002 Seiten
...The flowers, the 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 lighted at its blaze — A funeral pile." Here then we take our stand,"not upon a doubtful speculation,... | |
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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. 
