On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year

On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year
Lord George Byron

'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since othes 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 greif,
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!

The hope, the fear, the jealous care,
The exalted portion of the pain
And power of love, I cannot share,
But wear to the chain.

But 'tis not thus-and 'tis not here-
Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now,
Where glory decks the hero's bier'
Or binds his brow.

title: a person who became 36years old.
paraphrase: being lonely when he is 36years old, wanted to love.
connotation: Rhyme scheme.(unmoved, move, beloved,love...)
Simile.(The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; )
Hyperbole.?(my days are in a yellow leaf; describe that the person's life is trifling)
attitude: lonely
shift:But 'tis not thus-and 'tis not here- Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now,
title2: being lonely when he is 36.