 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 էջ
...Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to 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 1 sing The Songs, that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful Air, I sang an old and moving Story... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 էջ
...Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listened to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my Joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me bast, whene'er I sing The Songs, that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful Air, I sang an old... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 էջ
...Genevieve, It sighs and trembles most for thee! O come and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy,...Genevieve, She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that made her grieve. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All arc... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 էջ
...She stood and lislen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. 223 * ' Few sorrows hath she of her awn, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best , whene'er I sing The songs. that mate her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song,... | |
 | 1820 - 496 էջ
...the armed knight ; She -('•'•' and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering ligut. Just published. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevivre She loves me best, wheneVr I sing The song* that make her griere. I play'da soft and doleful... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1823 - 404 էջ
...armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd 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 song that makes her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story— An old... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 444 էջ
...man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen Yl to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she -of her own, My hope ! my joy...Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The song that makes her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1824 - 380 էջ
...armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy...Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The song that makes her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1827 - 506 էջ
...few sorrows of their own, as Coleridge beautifully expresses it,* love the tales which call forth a * Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevievc ; She loves me best whene'er I sinfj The songs that make her grieve. LOVE. sympathy for which... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 էջ
...Genevieve, It sighs and trembles most for thee •' O come and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the dark Ladie. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy,...Genevieve, She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that made her grieve. All are but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame. O ever in my waking dreams... | |
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I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She... 
