 | 1825 - 454 str.
...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 str.
...— 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. The hope, the fears, the jealous care, Th' exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear... | |
 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1825 - 336 str.
...jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain t And 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 decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. 6. The sword, the banner, and the field,... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 str.
...like to some volcanic isle; No torch is- kindled at his Maze— A funeral pile. The hope, 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 now — Where glory seals the hero's... | |
 | 1826 - 434 str.
...preys Is like to some volcanic isle, No torch is kindled at its blaze ;— . 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 now— Where glory seals the hero's... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 str.
...like to some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at his blaze— A funeral pile. The hope, 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 hereSuch thoughts should shake my soul. nor now — Where glory seal» the hero's... | |
 | Sydney (pseud.) - 1828 - 74 str.
...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... | |
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 str.
...flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone ! The lire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle...not here— Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the hero's hier, Or hinds his brow. The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 498 str.
...gone, The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone. The fire that on 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 poition of the pain, And power of love, I cannot share ; But wear the chain. But 'tis not... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 430 str.
...gone, The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone. The fire that on 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 j But wear the chain. But 'tis not... | |
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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. 
