 | John Murray, John Murray (Firm) - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 510
...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...And power of love, I cannot share, : But wear the chaia. But 'tis not MUÍ — and 'tis not here — ~ Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 458
...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... | |
 | 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 672
...the canker, and the grief Are mine alone. The fire that in my bosom plays Is lone as some voleanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze, A funeral pile. The life of the poet was now, however, drawing to a close. Shortly after composing these verses he was... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - عدد الصفحات: 540
...the canker, and the grief Arc mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some voleanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral...wear the chain. But 'tis not thus — and 'tis not he Such thought* would shake my soul, nor >ioic. Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow.... | |
 | Rose Ellen Temple - 1846 - عدد الصفحات: 984
...Since others it hath ceased to move ; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! * * • The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No touch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. BYRON. Readers, you are to suppose that during all... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 428
...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...'tis not thus — and 'tis not here — Such thoughts would shake my soul, nor note, Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. " • The sword,... | |
 | Henry Mandeville - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 288
...delivered thus: alas', alas'. (See ibid.) SECT. CCLXXVIII.-THE BEAUTIFUL MANIAC. 1 " The fire that in my bosom preys, Is lone as some volcanic isle : No torch is kindled at its blaze: — A funeral pile !" 2 IN the morning train from Petersburg!], there was a lady, closely veiled, in the same car with... | |
 | William Haig Miller - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 142
...love are gone ; Ihe worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone. The fire that in my bosom plays Ts lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze, A funeral pile." The life of the poet was now, however, drawing to a close. Shortly after composing these verses he was... | |
 | Martha Featon Hunter - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 454
...exciting other trains of thought, than those which had so continually preyed upon her mind. CHAPTER XLIV. The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic...isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze, A funeral pile ! BYKOK. IT was the second anniversary of the same day, since Edgar had stood alone in the library... | |
 | Nathaniel Chapman Freeman - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 156
...Then troubles brighten as they gush, And tumult sinks like Twilight's hush ! THOU ART ANOTHER'S. " The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted...power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain." BYRON. Thou art another's ! yet for thee My youthful soul breathes many a sigh, And weeps o'er cruel... | |
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Tis time this heart should be 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 love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!... 
