 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.  Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord Byron - Side 697af George Clinton - 1825 - 756 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1869 - 264 sider
...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...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... | |
 | william harison ainsworth - 1869 - 786 sider
...and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone. The fire that in my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No...The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, 1 cannot share ; But wear the chain. But 'tis not thus, and 'tis not here, Such thoughts should shake... | |
 | 1869 - 744 sider
...and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Arc mine alone. The fire that in my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No...The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, 1 cannot share ; I in i wear the chain. But 'tis not thus, and 'tis not here, Such thoughts should... | |
 | James Hain Friswell - 1869 - 498 sider
...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...torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. If thou regrett'st thy youth, why live .' The land of honourable death Is here ! Up to the field, and... | |
 | 1869 - 742 sider
...and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone. The fire that in my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! Tho hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1962 - 598 sider
...against the despotism of fact; and of whom does it remind us so much as of Byron? 15 "The fire which on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze; A funeral pile!" Or, again: — 3o "Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen, Count o'er thy days from anguish free,... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 1971 - 516 sider
...too melodramatic, but the next stanza modulates to the more appropriate Promethean image of fire: The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic...torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. The fire is not yet out, the volcano not extinct, but the volcano is isolated and the fire will be consumed... | |
 | 1982 - 348 sider
...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,...power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain . George Gordon, Lord Byron, 1788-1824 506. THE DUEL The gingham dog and the calico cat Side by side... | |
 | George Gordon Byron - 1990 - 104 sider
...leaf; I he flowers and fruits of love are none; 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 hlaze — A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And... | |
 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 sider
...The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone I The bjects, foreign foes. So that they ntter'd the word...Witt national and individual woe.? I grant ш» Ь caunot share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not thus — and 'tis not hen — Such thoughts should shake... | |
| |
