 | 1841 - 844 páginas
...gone, The worm, the canker and the grief Are mine alone. The fire that 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... | |
 | 1893 - 844 páginas
...leaf, The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted...power of love I cannot share, But wear the chain. To quote the words of Moore : " Taking into consideration everything connected with these verses, the... | |
 | 1847 - 640 páginas
...Episcopal communion in the United States. From the Charleston Courier. THE BEAUTIFUL MANIAC. " 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 Petersburgh, there was a lady closely veiled, in the same car with ourselves.... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...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...power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. But 't is not /Aiis — and 'tis not ttcrt — Such thought; would shake my soul, nor now, Where glory... | |
 | John Murray, John Murray (Firm) - 1845 - 510 páginas
...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...And power of love, I cannot share, : But wear the chaia. But 'tis not MUÍ — and 'tis not here — ~ Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 páginas
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 páginas
...the canker, and the grief Arc mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some voleanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral...wear the chain. But 'tis not thus — and 'tis not he Such thought* would shake my soul, nor >ioic. Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 428 páginas
...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...'tis not thus — and 'tis not here — Such thoughts would shake my soul, nor note, Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. " • The sword,... | |
 | Henry Mandeville - 1851 - 288 páginas
...delivered thus: alas', alas'. (See ibid.) SECT. CCLXXVIII.-THE BEAUTIFUL MANIAC. 1 " The fire that in my bosom preys, Is lone as some volcanic isle : No torch is kindled at its blaze: — A funeral pile !" 2 IN the morning train from Petersburg!], there was a lady, closely veiled, in the same car with... | |
 | William Haig Miller - 1851 - 142 páginas
...love are gone ; Ihe worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone. The fire that in my bosom plays Ts lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze, A funeral pile." The life of the poet was now, however, drawing to a close. Shortly after composing these verses he was... | |
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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. 
