 | 1829 - 558 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pagina’s
...statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my harp, Amid the ling* ring light. I play'da sad Tͫ A *$ m6 ( l {_ eS j B m. .("H ߅T )GBI{Al#< ǂ fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, Willi downcast eyes and modest... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pagina’s
...statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my harp, Amid the ling'ring light. 1 play'da sad ܈b pb Xb fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pagina’s
...My hope! my joy! my Genevieve! She 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...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... | |
 | Elizabeth Washington Wirt - 1832 - 338 pagina’s
...one thought, and drop a tear To her whom love abandoned to despair. . . Prior. Timidity. She listen'd with a flitting blush. With downcast eyes, and modest...she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face With easy smiles dispell'd the silent fear That durst not tell me what I died to hear. Coleridge. Prior.... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1832 - 706 pagina’s
...my joy, my Geneviève! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The gongs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story...rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. SÜSte ¡n bei- J?Mjíe fíe ifyn wartet Unb гок fein Soben рф gelegt, 2fíá er aufé gel&e Saub... | |
 | William Finden, Edward Francis Finden - 1834 - 234 pagina’s
...joy ! my Geneviève ! 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... | |
 | 1835 - 416 pagina’s
...! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing s The songs that make her grieve. X I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving...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... | |
 | 1835 - 428 pagina’s
...statne of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my harp, Amid the lingering light. I played a sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rude song, that fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. Coleridge's Dark Ladie. He is forsworn, if e'tr those eyes of... | |
 | 1835 - 428 pagina’s
...those eyes of your» Behold another day-break in the East. But even this night, whose black contagious I sang an old and moving story,— An old rude song, that fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. breath Already smokes about the burning crest OF the old, feeble,... | |
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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. 
