...of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows bath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! 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...

...the 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 hest, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old...

...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, I sang 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...

...the~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, ray Genevieve ! She loves me hest, whene'er I sing The songs, that make her grieve. I played a soft...

...Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath...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...

...tenderness, of thoughtfulness, not mournful but akin to melancholy, will make the two seem as sisters. " Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy,...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...

...Genevieve, It sighs and trembles most for thee! 0 come, and henr what cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladic. 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 delight*, Whatever stir this mortal frame, All are but ministers of...

...tenderness, of thoughtfulness, not mournful but akin to melancholy, will make the two seem as sisters. " Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Gencvieve ; She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve." — " No, never came...

...Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath...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...

...Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath...play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story,—>An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. 27 Di rossore sufiusa Ella ascoltava,...