 And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leaned against 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! my Genevieve! She...  Prolusiones - Страница 8по Marlborough coll - 1867Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 496 страници
...my harp Amid the ling'ring 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...an old and moving story — An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 страници
...my harp Amid the ling'ring 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...an old and moving story — An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 страници
...ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope, my joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me hest, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I...an old and moving story — An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1838 - 492 страници
...ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, ray Genevieve ! She loves me hest, whene'er I sing The songs, that make her grieve. I...air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude sang that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes... | |
 | 460 страници
...She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs tbat make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, l sang 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... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 страници
...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, 1 sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She... | |
 | 1840 - 378 страници
...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 play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1840 - 582 страници
...cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladic. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve! BH5/ All thoughts, all passions, all delight*, Whatever stir this mortal frame, All are but ministers of... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1840 - 588 страници
...will make the two seem as sisters. " 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." — " No, never came from aught below This melody of woe, That/makes my heart to overflow, As from... | |
 | Friedrich Heinrich Karl Freiherr de La Motte-Fouqué - 1841 - 340 страници
...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,...rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. Di rossore suffusa Ella ascoltava, Con occhi bassi e alteramente umile ; Che sapea, come intento io... | |
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