 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 426 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 ; But wear the chain. But 'tis not... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 str.
...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;...the jealous care, The' exalted portion of the pain, Anti power of love, I cannot share; But wear the chain. But 'tis not here — it is not here — Such... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1831 - 576 str.
...flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, an«l the grief Are mine alone! 3. " The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic...No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! 4. " The hope, the fear, the jealous care, . The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I... | |
 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1830 - 344 str.
...The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! 8. The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaz8 — A funeral pile ! 4. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain... | |
 | John Galt - 1830 - 352 str.
...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 't is not here — it is not here — ' Such thoughts should shake my soul ; nor now Where glory seals... | |
 | John Galt - 1830 - 404 str.
...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. The hope, the fears, the jealous care, Th' exalted portion of the pain, And power of love I cannot share, But wear... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1831 - 572 str.
...flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and die grief Are mine alone ! 3. " The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic...No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! 4. " The hope', the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I... | |
 | 1831 - 372 str.
...completion of his thirtysixth year? Take, as a fair sample of the whole, two unconnected stanzas : — " The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic...No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile !" " Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood ! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1831 - 478 str.
...move! Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! 2. My days are in the yellow leaf; 3. The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic...torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile! 4. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 622 str.
...hosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its hlaze— A funeral pile ! 4. " The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot ihare, But wear toe chain. 6. " Bat 'tis not thus— and 'tis not here— Such thoughts should shake... | |
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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. 
