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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 15
redigeret af - 1870
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Specimens of the Lyrical, Descriptive, and Narrative Poets of Great Britain ...

John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 560 sider
...and, ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone, In which I told another's love, Interpreted my own ! She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; And she forgave me that I gazed Too fondly on her face. But when I told the cruel scorn, That crazed...
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Spirit of the English Magazines

1828
...my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hopo ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her griere. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — And old rude song that...
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The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of ..., Bind 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 353 sider
...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...well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a Sitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not chuse But gaze...
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The Westminster Review, Bind 12

1829
...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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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One ..., Bind 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 sider
...my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope! my joy! my Generievc ! 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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Ladies' Magazine and Literary Gazette, Bind 4

1831
...cruel wrongs Befcl the Dark Ladie. Few sorrows hath she for her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevicve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve." — p. 28. It is much to be regretted that Coleridge has not oftener adopted this simple style, instead...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 607 sider
...cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie. Few Sorrows halb she of her own. My hope, my joy, my Geneviève ! x All thoughts, all passions, all delights. Whatever stir this mortal frame, All are but ministers of...
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Flora's Dictionary

Elizabeth Washington Wirt - 1832 - 202 sider
...one thought, and drop a tear To her whom love abandoned to despair. . . Prior. Timidity. She listen'd with a flitting blush. With downcast eyes, and modest...she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face With easy smiles dispell'd the silent fear That durst not tell me what I died to hear. Coleridge. Prior....
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Die schöne Litteratur Europa's in der neuesten Zeit: Vorlesungen

Oskar Ludwig B. Wolff - 1832
...my joy, my Geneviève! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The gongs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story...rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. SÜSte ¡n bei- J?Mjíe fíe ifyn wartet Unb гок fein Soben рф gelegt, 2fíá er aufé gel&e Saub...
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Finden's Gallery of the Graces: A Series of Portrait Illustrations of ...

William Finden, Edward Francis Finden - 1834 - 72 sider
...lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Geneviève ! 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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