 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 sider
...and oh ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With 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 foce. T But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 sider
...the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, . ч My hope ! my i-oy ! my Geneviève ! • , She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that...modest grace ; ~ For well she knew, I could not choose д But gaze upon her face.. ф • .- ' I told her of the Knight that woro • . Upon his shield a... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1853 - 464 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...story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruiii wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 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... | |
 | 1853 - 560 sider
...my harp, 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. J played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that fitted well... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 408 sider
...sorrows hatli she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er 1 sing Tile songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, 1 sang an old and moving story, — An old mde song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She... | |
 | Frederick Alexander Manchester, William Frederic Giese - 1926 - 906 sider
...pined; 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 gazed Too fondly on her face. But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed... | |
 | John Dover Wilson - 1927 - 310 sider
...to 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. 20 I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1928 - 212 sider
...lay, 15 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. 20 I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited... | |
 | Henry Charlton Beck - 1983 - 368 sider
...Point." And that, for all the charm of Port Republic, is where we are going now. 239 22 THE JERSEY DEVIL "I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and...rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary." SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BY NOW IT MAY BE that New Jersey's most celebrated of all unwanted children... | |
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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... 
