 | 1826 - 444 páginas
...she of her own, My hope! 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...eyes and modest grace, For well she knew I could not chuse But gaze upon Tier face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a_ burning brand... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 828 páginas
...me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I plny'da soft and doleful air, I Mini; ,ni old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited...ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting hlnsh, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not chuse Hut gnze upon her... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - 374 páginas
...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 — 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... | |
 | 1829 - 560 páginas
...of her own, My hope ! 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...and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not chuse But gaze upon her face.' — ip 162, 163. Time would fail to enter upon the story, or to discuss... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 400 páginas
...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 story...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a Sitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 páginas
...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 - 624 páginas
...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... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1832 - 706 páginas
...her own, My hope , my 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...rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. Su Iiíurn herum, Фи fleine* íDing, íDu íebfi, bai W ¡ф ein; 2>оф liegen auf bem ÄirAIjof... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1832 - 706 páginas
...of her own, My hope, 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...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 páginas
...and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listen'd 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 craz'd... | |
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