 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1825 - 446 pages
...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 isle...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... | |
 | conte Pietro Gamba - 1825 - 336 pages
...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...shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. 6. The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see !... | |
 | 1825 - 454 pages
...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... | |
 | 1825 - 848 pages
...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 Л funeral pile ! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1825 - 578 pages
...— 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 N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 pages
...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... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
 | Sydney (pseud.) - 1828 - 98 pages
...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;...shake my soul; nor now Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece around me see I The... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 426 pages
...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... | |
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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. 
