...move ; Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow leaf; The Hewers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Arc mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled...

...be unmoved, Since others it has ceased to move ; Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love. My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits...gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alono ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its...

...birthday, he describes his miserable condition : " My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and frnitB of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone." Here, again, we are haunted by the sad features of his early life, the lack of true and good home training...

...unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move ; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! 2. My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits...No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! 4. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain t And power of love, I cannot...

...unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move ; Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! " My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits...No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! " The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot...

...unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move ; Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits...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...

...be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits...that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; Xo torch is kindled at its blare— A funeral pile! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted...

...to move ; Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow leaf; Tlie flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the...my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torcli is kindled at Us blaze — A funeral pile ! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted...

...he unmoved, Since others it has ceased to move; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love. My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits...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....

...unmoved, Since others it has ceased to move ; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me loveMy days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits...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...