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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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The poetical works of S.T. Coleridge, Bind 1

Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1834
...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. 1 played a 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 S. T. Coleridge, Bind 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835
...my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Geuevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that...played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving stoiy — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting...
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The Parterre, Bind 2

1835
...statne of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my harp, Amid the lingering light. I played a sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rude song, that fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. Coleridge's Dark Ladie. He is forsworn, if e'tr those eyes of...
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The Parterre, Bind 2

1835
...those eyes of your» Behold another day-break in the East. But even this night, whose black contagious I sang an old and moving story,— An old rude song, that fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. breath Already smokes about the burning crest OF the old, feeble,...
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The Parterre of fiction, poetry, history [&c.]., Bind 2

1835
...of the armed knight; She stood and I> ->> >>, , to my harp, Amid the lingering light. I pla>ed a sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rnde soog, tlml fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. Coieridge's Dark Ladie. He is forsworn, if e'er...
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A Garland of Love, Wreathed of Pleasant Flowers, Gathered in the Field of ...

Garland - 1836 - 219 sider
...my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve I She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blvfsh, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not...
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The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With a Life of ...

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 403 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...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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Jerningham; Or, The Inconsistent Man ...

Sir John William Kaye - 1836 - 978 sider
...and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sung another's love, Interpreted my own, She listened with a flitting blush ; With down-cast eyes and modest grace ; And she forgave me that I gated Too fondly on her face. The book fell from my hand ; I could not...
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Flora's Dictionary

Elizabeth Washington Wirt - 1837 - 220 sider
...thought, and drop a tear To her whom love ahandoned to despair Prior. MAEVEL OF PEEC •tBABtUS. TtMtDtTY. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace, For well she knew l could not choose But gaze upon her face ........... Coleridge. With easy smiles dispelled the silent...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838
...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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