 | 1825 - 498 str.
...gone, The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone. Tbe fire thai in my hosom 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... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 str.
...canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; \n torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile....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 Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 452 str.
...bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! 4. " The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted...power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. S. " But 'tis not thus — and 'tis not here — Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where... | |
 | John Galt - 1832 - 394 str.
...like to some volcanic isle, No torch is kindled at its 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 here — Such thoughts should shake my soul; nor now Where glory seals the hero's... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1832 - 592 str.
...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...torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile! 4The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1833 - 440 str.
...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...funeral pile ! " The hope, the fear, the jealous care, i The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. 5. " But 'tis... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1833 - 382 str.
...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...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 cannot... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1833 - 678 str.
...flowers and fruits of love are gone ; ' The worm, the canker, and the grief ' Are mine alone I 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,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1833 - 684 str.
...care, ' The exalted portion of the pain ' 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 Byron Baron Byron - 1837 - 308 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...power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. But His not thus — and *t is not /. /r — Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks... | |
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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. 
