 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 the land.  The Etonian - Pagina 4151824Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Friedrich Heinrich Karl Freiherr de La Motte-Fouqué - 1841 - 340 pagina’s
...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 That ruin wild and hoary. Di rossore suffusa Ella ascoltava, Con occhi bassi e alteramente umile ; Che sapea, come intento io... | |
 | 1842 - 504 pagina’s
...and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace; And she forgave me, that I gazed Too fondly on her face. That sometimes from the savage den. And sometimes... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pagina’s
...an old and moving story — An old rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened s 'twas frightful there to see A lady so richly clad...passage is that describing broken friendships : that wore Upon his shield a bunting brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The lady of the laud.... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 pagina’s
...loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pagina’s
...loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang the desire of fond endearments and te»der officiousnese ; listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she kqew I could not... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1844 - 178 pagina’s
...loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve, I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not... | |
 | 1843 - 434 pagina’s
...anil ah ! The low, the deep, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love Interpreted my own. She listen'd 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 Which crazed... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pagina’s
...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...ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blnsb, With downcast eyes and modest grace, For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1845 - 846 pagina’s
...loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I playeia soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving- story — An old rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For weir she knew I could not... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pagina’s
...and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listen'd 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... | |
| |
