...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...

...as the most sincere of his poetical effusions :' ' My days are in the yellow leaf. The flowers the fruits of love are gone, The worm, the canker, and the grief. Arc mine atun«!' ' What a contrast does a virtuous, happy, and lengthened old age, present to that...

...thU day I completed my thirty- sixth year." ' Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it has ceased to move ; Yet, though I cannot be beloved,...preys, Is like to some volcanic isle, No torch is kinJled at its blaze ; — A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, Th' exalted portion...

...this heart should he unmoved, Since others it has ceased to move ; Yet, though I cannot he heloved, Still let me love. My days are in the yellow leaf,...gone, The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine done. The fire that in my hosom preys, Is like to some volcanic isle, No touch is kindled at its hlaze...

...move; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, , Still let me love. My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowen and fruits of love are gone, The worm, the canker and the grief Are mine alone. The fire that in my hosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. The...

...that great genius, Lord Byron, at thirty-five, wrote these sad words — " My days are in the sere and yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits of love are gone,...The worm the canker and the grief Are mine alone." Now look into that ancient dungeon and you will discern, by the dim light, an old man bent and broken,...

...he heloved, Still let me love. " My days are in their yellow leaf, The flower, the fruit of love is gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief. Are mine alone. " The fire that on this hosom preys Is Iune as zarn? vutranic if/?, No fire ,- kindled at its hlaze, A funeral pile...

...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,...

...return. 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...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,...

...fame, 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...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...