 | New elegant extracts - 1823 - 404 pagina’s
...! my joy! my Genevieve! She loves me best whene'er I sing The song that makes her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story—...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 444 pagina’s
...my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The song that makes her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1824 - 380 pagina’s
...my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The song that makes her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not... | |
 | Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Walter Blunt - 1824 - 446 pagina’s
...harmony of expression, flow, and rhyme, with the feelings conveyed in these stanzas : — ' ' I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wUd and hoary. She listen'd, with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace : For well... | |
 | 1824 - 446 pagina’s
...and rhyme, with the feelings conveyed in these stanzas : — " I play'da soft and doleful air, I saug an old and moving story— An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd, with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace : For well she knew I could not... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 pagina’s
...and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone, In 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 face. But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed... | |
 | 1826 - 434 pagina’s
...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—...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace, For well she knew I could not... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pagina’s
...me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I plny'da soft and doleful air, I Mini; ,ni uld not be; So strange a dream hath come to me, That I had'vow'd with mimic loud To clear listen'd with a flitting hlnsh, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not... | |
 | 1828 - 814 pagina’s
...sad and doleful air, I sung an old and moving story ; An old rude song, that fitted well The rains wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grate, For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight who wore... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 pagina’s
...and, ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone, In 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 face. But when I told the cruel scorn, That crazed... | |
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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. 
