...again, the prodigal's misery, his sense of the barrenness of sin, find a yet deeper voice : — The fire that on my bosom preys, Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch Is lighted at its blaze, A funeral pile ! f We are not in this early part of the parable expressly told,...

...isle; No torch 1* kindled at its blaze— A funeral pile ! The hope, the fear, the jealous саго, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love I cannot share; But wear the chain. Hr.í 'tis not thus, and 'tis not Iterf, Snch thoughts should shake my soul; nor now, Where glory decks...

...leaf: the flowers and fruits of love are gone, the worm, the canker, and the grief are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys is lone as some volcanic...not here — such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, where glory decks the hero's bier, or binds his brow. The sword, the banner, and the field, glory...

...leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic...funeral pile! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, Such thoughts should shake my soul; nor now, Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow....

...leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted...love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not thus—and 'tis not here— Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the hero's...

...stanza — " Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love." And in the fourth confesses that — " The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted...power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain." Subsequently the desire is prophetically expressed to end the long disappointment in a hero's grave....

...The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! m. The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic...No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! IV. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot...

...against the despotism of fact ; and of whom does it remind us so much as of Byron? " The fire which on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze ; A funeral pile 1" Or, again : "Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen, Count o'er thy days from anguish free, And...

...that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic islu ; 10 'T IS TIME THIS HEABT SHOULD BE UNMOTED. 265 No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile...portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, 15 But wear the chain. But 't is not thus — and 't is not here — Such thoughts should shake my...

...alone t The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle i No torch is kindled at lie Ч is not t Au*— and Ч is not here— Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor m \Vhere glory decks...