 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 - 1857 - 432 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...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 Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 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...doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rnde song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 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...grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old nnd moving story — An old rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1858 - 792 страници
...my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my 'oy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that...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 Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 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...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... | |
 | M E. Hammond - 1858 - 352 страници
...handsome, and he touched the harp with the hand of a master : •" He played a soft and doleful air, He 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, he could... | |
 | James Weber Linn - 1911 - 286 страници
...my lay, 15 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. 20 I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited... | |
 | 1912 - 432 страници
...to 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... | |
 | Walter Cochrane Bronson - 1912 - 696 страници
...The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd to my lay Amid the lingering light I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story...rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT The text, with the exceptions noted, is from the 1876 edition. (178) THE EMBARGO.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1912 - 1112 страници
...lay, 15 Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Qenevieve 1 She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. ao I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited... | |
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