...blank wall, and to despair still more blank, saying " My years are in the yellow leaf ; The flower, the fruits, of love are gone : The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone," — this man cries, " 0 that I may know Him, and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship...

...again, Of Harolde wandering. Moonlight Musings. " My days are in the yellow leaf, The fruits and flowers of love are gone, The worm, the canker and the grief, Are mine alone." So sung the lord of England's lyre, E'en in his manhood's prime ; Glowing with sparks nf seraph fire—...

...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...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 share,...

...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...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....

...destined to see, he thus described, in touching lines, his own lonely and miserable condition : — My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits...canker, and the grief Are mine alone. The fire that in my bosom plays Is lone as some voleanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze, A funeral pile....

...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...love are gone ; The worm, 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...

...Since others it hath ceased to move ; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! * * • The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No touch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. BYRON. Readers, you are to suppose that during all...

...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...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...

...has faded from the cheerless heavens, and shame draws the curtain of a solitary night about him. " The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are his alone." But it is in the future state alone that these effects of sin can be fully realized. Here...