...literally older, and have lived more, if I may so express myself, than many people at three times my age. ' My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits...worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!'" " Don't talk so dismally," said the little Principessa, " take my prescription of gaiete de coaur,...

...literally older, and have lived more, if I may so express myself, than many people at three times my age. ' My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits...The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! ' " " Don't talk so dismally," said the little Principessa, " take my prescription of gaiete de coeur,...

...to the noble cause in which he had embarked, and a prophetic consciousness of his approaching end. " My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits...worm, the canker, and the grief : Are mine alone. "If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here : up to the field, and...

...the noble cause in which he had embarked, and a prophetic consciousness of his approaching end. * " My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits...The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone. ***#*# " If thou regret'st thy youth, why live ? The land of honourable death Is here: up to the field,...

...unexampled sufferings and fatigue. The " last lay" of the one was partly as follows : " My days arc in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits of love...The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone. If thou regrett'st thy youth, why live ? The land of honorable death Is here ; up to the field and...

...cause in which he had embarked, and a prophetic consciousness of his approaching end. " My days are iu the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits of love are...The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone* ' If thou regret'st thy youth, u>Ay live f • The laud of honourable death It here : up to the flt*li],...

...unmoved, Since others it has ceased to move ; Yet, though 1 cannot be beloved, Still let me lore. Mydays are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits of...canker, and the grief, Are mine alone. The fire that in my bosom preys, Is like to some volcanic isle, No touch is kindled at its blaze ; — A funeral...

...to the noble cause in which he had embarked, and a prophetic consciousness of his approaching end. " My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits...The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone. ****** If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here : up to the field,...

...and a prophetic consciousness of his approaching end. " My days are in the yellow leaf, The flower* and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone. • ••••• " If thou regret'st thy youth, why live 1 The land of honourable death Is here...

...its abuse, A constant, bitter curse. * Vide Lord Byron's verses on completing his thirty-sixth year : The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle, &c. For what to virtue blessings are, Most sweet, and safe and kind, — Are evils, terrible to him...