 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 lehte
...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 ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile... | |
 | 1852 - 672 lehte
...lonely and miserable condition : — 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 in my bosom plays Is lone as some voleanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze, A funeral pile.... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 lehte
...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. The fire that in my bosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle, No torch is kindled at its blaze ; — A funeral pile.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 428 lehte
...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. The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile... | |
 | William Haig Miller - 1851 - 142 lehte
...miserable condition : — " My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits of 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."... | |
 | David Thomas - 674 lehte
...allotted period of human life : — " Jly days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers, the fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone." The deep feeling of want must come on in the history of sin. The soul feels its emptiness, and craves for... | |
 | Philip Smith Sparling - 1854 - 136 lehte
...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! 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.) - 1854 - 320 lehte
...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 ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 lehte
...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. The fire that in my bosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle : No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.... | |
 | John Frost - 1855 - 462 lehte
...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. The fire that in my bosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle, No torch is kindled at its blaze ; — A funeral pile.... | |
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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!... 
