 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 96 str.
...fate, And orphans for their parents' timeless. death, Will rue the hour, that ever thou wast born. • The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign : "'"•'•-The...howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees. The raven rook'cl her on the chimney's top, And chatt'ring pies in dismal discord sung, Thy mother felt more... | |
 | 1837 - 588 str.
...be 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...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... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1825 - 578 str.
...he 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...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 —... | |
 | William Parry - 1825 - 404 str.
...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...The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone! " The Canto of Don Juan were also found; but there was no will, nor any directions for the disposal... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 str.
...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...The worm, the 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—... | |
 | 1825 - 848 str.
...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...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... | |
 | 1825 - 450 str.
...unmoved, Since others it has ceased to move ; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me loveMy days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits...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 ;... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 str.
...unmoved Since others it lia • ceased to move ; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me lave. presents a plate of vermicelli — For love must be...and blood, — While Bacchus pours out wine, or han The fire that in my bogom preyg Is like to some volcanic isle; No torch is- kindled at his Maze—... | |
 | 1826 - 434 str.
...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...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 ;—... | |
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 str.
...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...The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone ! The lire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze... | |
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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... 
