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" She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The lady of... "
Chambers's Miscellany of Instructive & Entertaining Tracts - Side 17
redigeret af - 1870
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Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Bind 1

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1800
...an old and moving Story — An old rude Song that fitted well The Ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest Grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose Bat gaze upon her Face. 139 I told her of the Knight, that wore Upon his Shield a burning Brand ; And...
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Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Bind 1

William Wordsworth - 1800
...my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my Joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The Songs, that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful Air, I sang an old and moving Story — An old rude Song that fitted well...
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Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other Poems

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 234 sider
...my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own,' My Hope, my Joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The Songs, that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful Air, I sang an old and moving Story—- An old rude Song that fitted well...
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Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other Poems, in Two Volumes, Bind 1

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1802 - 250 sider
...my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my Joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The Songs, that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful Air, I sang an old and moving Story — An old rude Song that fitted well...
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Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From ...

William Wordsworth - 1802
...my Joy, My own dear Genevieve! ' . Few sorrows hath she of her own,. My Hope! my Joy! my Genevieve! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The Songs, that make her grieve. Iplay'da soft and doleful Air, I.sang an old and moving Story— An old rude Song that fitted .well...
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Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Bind 1

William Wordsworth - 1805
...my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my Joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The Songs, that...an old and moving Story — An old rude Song that fitted well The Ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest...
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Lyrical Ballads, with Pastoral and Other Poems ...

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 248 sider
...ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my Joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me bast, whene'er I sing The Songs, that make her grieve. I...an old and moving Story — An old rude Song that fitted well The Ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest...
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Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of Poems

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 303 sider
...my- joy! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not...
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Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of Poems

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 303 sider
...lay, Amid the lingering light. 119 Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well...
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Blackwood's Magazine, Bind 6

1820
...my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song, that suited well...
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