 | Nathaniel Chapman Freeman - 1853 - 156 pages
...Then troubles brighten as they gush, And tumult sinks like Twilight's hush ! THOU ART ANOTHER'S. " The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted...power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain." BYRON. Thou art another's ! yet for thee My youthful soul breathes many a sigh, And weeps o'er cruel... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1854 - 492 pages
...towers all round the town, but neither they nor the gates are perfect. There are scarcely any 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 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 ! The... | |
 | Philip Smith Sparling - 1854 - 136 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;...love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not thus—and 'tis not here Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now— When glory decks the hero's... | |
 | 1854 - 344 pages
...by their good fortune. They had abundance and something for the necessitous. ttorattfol " The fire that on my bosom preys, Is lone as some volcanic isle,...No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! " In the morning train from Petersburg, there was a lady closely vailed, in the same car with ourselves.... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 pages
...some volcanic isle : No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. • 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 nowWhere glory seals the hero's bier,... | |
 | John Frost - 1855 - 462 pages
...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...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1855 - 584 pages
...Yet, though 1 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 isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — À funeral pile ! 4. " The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And... | |
 | Henry Lynden Flash - 1860 - 180 pages
...And a soul was lost and won ; A guilty soul was forever lost, And a gentle soul was won. " The fire that on my bosom preys, Is lone as some volcanic isle...No torch is kindled at its blaze, A funeral pile." — Byron. WITHIN my troubled breast there burns a flame, Blasting content forever with its blaze ;... | |
 | Eliza Dupe - 1860 - 122 pages
...love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone. The fire that in my bosom plays, Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze, A funeral pile. Shortly after composing these lines, he was arrested by the rude hand of death. "The death-bed of the... | |
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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. 
