 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 pagina’s
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 | 1826 - 434 pagina’s
...the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my...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... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart [prose, collected]) - 1827 - 500 pagina’s
...few sorrows of their own, as Coleridge beautifully expresses it,* love the tales which call forth a * Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope, my joy,...best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. LOVE. sympathy for which their own feelings give little occasion; while others, exhausted by the actual... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1827 - 506 pagina’s
...few sorrows of their own, as Coleridge beautifully expresses it,* love the tales which call forth a * Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevievc ; She loves me best whene'er I sinfj The songs that make her grieve. LOVE. sympathy for which... | |
 | 1828 - 814 pagina’s
...Genevieve, It sighs and trembles most for thee ! O come and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the dark Ladie. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy,...Genevieve, She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that made her grieve. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 pagina’s
...Genevieve, It sighs and trembles most for thee •' O come and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the dark Ladie. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy,...Genevieve, She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that made her grieve. All are but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame. O ever in my waking dreams... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - 374 pagina’s
...the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened 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 1 sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, 1 sang an old and moving story... | |
 | 1828 - 514 pagina’s
...stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hopo ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her griere. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — And old rude song that... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pagina’s
...armed man, The MI i in- of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd to ray lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Gcnevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I plny'da soft and doleful... | |
 | 1829 - 558 pagina’s
...the armed man, The statue of the armed knight : She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope !...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... | |
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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. 
