 | 1825 - 806 páginas
...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...power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. Bnt 'tis not thvs — and 'tis nol here — Such thoughts should sliuke my soul, nor nou't Where glory... | |
 | 1837 - 588 páginas
...leaf, The 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...love I cannot share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not thai, and 'tis not here Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the hero's bier,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1894 - 602 páginas
...Ponto ' we have an attempt to misapply the elegiac muse, and to force her whose song should be of ' The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love,' to record the petty troubles of une ame desorientfa, and ill at ease amid its surroundings. We could... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1824 - 496 páginas
...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 share, But wear the chain. Bnt 'tis not here—it is not here— Such thoughts should shake my soul; nor nowWhere glory seals... | |
 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1825 - 446 páginas
...leaf; The flowers 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...power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. 5. But 'tis not thus — and 'tis not here — Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory... | |
 | 1825 - 848 páginas
...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,...love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not (¿taut — and 'tis not hetv— Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 páginas
...The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; Xo torch is kindled at its blare— A funeral pile! The hope, the fear, the jealous care,...power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. But't is not thus— and 't is not here— Such thoughts should shake my soul, not now, Where glory... | |
 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1825 - 338 páginas
...bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! 4The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion...power of love, I cannot share, But "wear the chain. 5. But 'tis not thus— and 'tis not AcreSuch thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks... | |
 | 1825 - 454 páginas
...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 share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not here — it is not here — Such thoughts should shake my soul ; nor now — Where glory seals the... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1825 - 578 páginas
...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 share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not here — it is not here — Such thoughts should shake my soul ; nor now — Where glory seals the... | |
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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 ! The hope,... 
