 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
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 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...wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 pagina’s
...^^^.^sdjjens^ezJLsing "THe songs Jhaljoiaka»,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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 pagina’s
...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,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 622 pagina’s
...light 1 play'da sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest proco, For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1853 - 464 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 ruiii wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 712 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. " . r She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew,... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 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...choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore I'pon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he wooed The lady of the land.... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 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 rain wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 pagina’s
...whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old nnd moving story — An old rude song that suited well...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.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 432 pagina’s
...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... | |
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