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" 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! "
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1839
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Incidents of Travel in Greece, Turkey, Russia, and Poland, Volume 1

John L. Stephens - Greece - 1842 - 276 pages
...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 of...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,...
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The Living Age, Volume 196

1893 - 844 pages
...The poem is too well known to need quotation ; its most characteristic lines are these : — My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits of...worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain, And power of love I cannot share,...
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The Church

1862
...could give — words extorted from him in the very strength and greenness of his age : — " My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of...worm, the canker, and the grief. Are mine alone." Oh, my brother, this world cannot fill that strange, deep heart of yours. If, indeed, you had only...
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The Church

1878 - 892 pages
...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...
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 10

1844 - 784 pages
...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—...
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The American Speaker: Containing Numerous Rules, Observations, and Exercises ...

John Frost - Elocution - 1845 - 458 pages
...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 of...in my bosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle, No torch is kindled at its blaze ; — A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, Th' exalted...
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The Methodist new connexion magazine and evangelical repository, Volume 55

1852 - 672 pages
...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 of...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. The life of...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...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 of...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...
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A Hand-book for Travellers in the Ionian Islands, Greece, Turkey, Asia Minor ...

John Murray, John Murray (Firm) - Greece - 1845 - 510 pages
...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 of...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....
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1846 - 540 pages
...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 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 voleanic isle ; No torch is kindled...
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