 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
 | Friedrich Heinrich Karl Freiherr de La Motte-Fouqué - 1841 - 336 страници
...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... | |
 | 1842 - 480 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... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 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...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 страници
...my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Geneviève ! ee of knowledge attainable by man is able to set him...desire of fond endearments and te»der officiousnese ; She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she kqew I could... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 страници
...my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Geneviève ! to meet again ! But never either found another To...remaining. Like cliffs which had been rent asunder: She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1844 - 178 страници
...my lay, Amid the lmgering 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...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... | |
 | 1843 - 434 страници
...my harp 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, 1 sung an old and moving story — An old rude song that fitted well... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 страници
...Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy ! my Genevieve ' I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story—...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 страници
...hope! my joy ! my Genevievef She loves me best whene'er Ising 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. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace, For well she knew I could... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 страници
...Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy ! my Genevieve I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story—...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... | |
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