 | 1853 - 560 pagina’s
...the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my harp, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 622 pagina’s
...Geneviève, It sighs and trembles most for thee ! 0 come, and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie. / ɢ A F WV I+" e ) j ɒIM `: [ { - Geneviève! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. All thoughts, all passions,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 712 pagina’s
...there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my <oy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing...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,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 pagina’s
...there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevievel She stood and listened to my harp Amid the ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve t She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs, that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air,... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 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, my joy, my Ge'.ievieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 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 ! ihy Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 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 !...doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rnde song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 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 !...grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old nnd moving story — An old rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with... | |
 | Elizabeth Strutt - 1859 - 496 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, my...best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve." Another pause. He seemed trying to recollect the remainder, atid then went vigorously on, — " I play'da... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 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! my joy ! my Genemevt She loves me best whene'er I sing The tangs that make her grim. I play'da soft and doleful... | |
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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. 
