 | John William Lester - 1847 - 376 σελίδες
...my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Geuevieve ! 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 — An old rude song that suited well... | |
 | John William Lester - 1848 - 112 σελίδες
...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 story— An old rude song that suited well That ruia wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For... | |
 | Walter Percival - 1848 - 382 σελίδες
...my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Gencvieve! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I snug an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - 578 σελίδες
...hear what cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie. Few Sorrows hnth she of her own, My hope, my joy, ray Geneviève! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. All thoughts, all passions, all delights. Whatever stir this mortal frame. All are but ministers of... | |
 | A. Cunningham - 1850 - 200 σελίδες
...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 I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air ; I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 σελίδες
...my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Geneviève 1 played a soft and doleful air, I eang an old and moving story — An old rude song that suited well... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 σελίδες
...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 I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song, that suited well... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 σελίδες
...harp Amid the ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, Sly 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 story — An old rude song that fitted well... | |
 | Charlotte Ann Fillebrown Jerauld - 1852 - 478 σελίδες
...the face. You remember the verse, " Few sorrows hath she of her own, My life, my love, my Genevieve ; She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve." To another friend she thus describes a piece of sculpture. After alluding to a painting of the same... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 622 σελίδες
...Geneviève, It sighs and trembles most for thee ! 0 come, and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy,...best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stir this mortal frame, All are but ministers of... | |
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With downcast eyes, and modest grace; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. 
