 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 played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild...  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Էջ 21820Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 էջ
...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, I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song, that suited well... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 էջ
...: She stood and listened to my harp Amid the ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, Sly hope , 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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 էջ
...Genevieve. She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armSd knight, She stood and listened to my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy 1 my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft... | |
 | Charlotte Ann Fillebrown Jerauld - 1852 - 478 էջ
...expression on the face. You remember the verse, " Few sorrows hath she of her own, My life, my love, my Genevieve ; She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve." To another friend she thus describes a piece of sculpture. After alluding to a painting of the same... | |
 | 1853 - 560 էջ
...She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my harp, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of...best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. J played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that fitted well... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1853 - 464 էջ
...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 suited well That ruiii wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 էջ
...Geneviève ! She lean'd 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, . ч My hope ! my i-oy ! my Geneviève ! • , She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 622 էջ
...Geneviève, It sighs and trembles most for thee ! 0 come, and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie. / ɢ A F WV I+" e ) j ɒIM `: [ { - Geneviève! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. All thoughts, all passions,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 712 էջ
...there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my <oy ! 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 suited well... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 էջ
...Genevieve ! She lean'd 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 she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Ge'.ievieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and... | |
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