 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 էջ
...Knight: She stood and listened to my harp Amid the ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her owtij. My Hope! my Joy! my Genevieve! She loves me best, whene'er I sing T'he Songs, that make her grieve, I play'da soft and doleful Air, I,sang an old and moving Story— An old rude Song that fitted well... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 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,...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 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!...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... | |
 | 1828 - 514 էջ
...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 Geneviève ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and... | |
 | 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, O ever... | |
 | 1820 - 756 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 Geneviève ! She loves me best, whene'er I ting The gongs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 էջ
...Genevieve, It sighs and trembles most for thee ! O come and hear what cruel wrongs Befel 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 stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers... | |
 | 1826 - 434 էջ
...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!...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... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart [prose, collected]) - 1827 - 500 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,...whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. LOVE. sympathy for which their own feelings give little occasion; while others, exhausted by the actual distresses... | |
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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. * LOvE. 
