...intoxicated by their good fortune. They had abundance and something for the necessitous. ttorattfol " The fire that on my bosom preys, Is lone as some volcanic...No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! " In the morning train from Petersburg, there was a lady closely vailed, in the same car with ourselves....

...licentious Byron wrote the following lines: " My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruit of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone." Near the end of his days, " Paul the aged" wrote to a young minister whom he greatly loved as follows...

...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...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....

...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....

...beloved. Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; I he flowers and fruits of love are none; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!...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...

...earliest of the year; (1. 1—4) EnRP; FiP; GTBS; GTBS-P On This Day I Complete My Thirty-sixth Year 57 . (1. 5—8) EnRP; FiP; NAs; NoP; OAEL-2; OBWP; PoE The Prisoner of Chillon 58 Eternal Spirit of the...

...unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! o found him what oppression chose. XLVn. "The New...shook him off; the Old yet groans Beneath what he I The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze...

...would be old." Lord Byron, on the day before his thirty-seventh birthday, wrote as //he were old: (503) My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits...The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! I close this section on old age with the observation (often made) that old age can be, and sometimes...

...ceased to move: Yet, though I cannot be beloved. Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; 5 The flowers and fruits of Love are gone; The worm,...Isle; 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,...

...closed his last poem with these mournful words: My days are in the yellow leaf The flower and fruit of love are gone: The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone! 30 No other sin will sooner bring about a nation's fall. If history teaches anything, it teaches that...