 | Walter Percival - 1848 - 382 sider
...Genevieve! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath...make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I snug an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd... | |
 | John William Lester - 1848 - 112 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 make...moving story— An old rude song that suited well That ruia wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1848 - 688 sider
...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...and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story— O ,~- J An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - 578 sider
...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...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a Hitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not... | |
 | A. Cunningham - 1850 - 200 sider
...and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone, With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; And she forgave me that I gaz'd Too fondly on her face. But when I told the cruel scorn, That craz'd... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 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 make...flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; f For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 sider
...my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Geneviève 1 eang an old and moving story — An old rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 sider
...harp Amid the ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, Sly 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... | |
 | Clara Lucas Balfour - 1852 - 458 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 make her grieve. " I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well... | |
 | Charlotte Ann Fillebrown Jerauld - 1852 - 478 sider
...the face. You remember the verse, " Few sorrows hath she of her own, My life, my love, my Genevieve ; She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve." To another friend she thus describes a piece of sculpture. After alluding to a painting of the same... | |
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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... 
