 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 - 1855 - 580 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 she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! ihy Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 էջ
...there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevievel 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 t She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs, that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 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...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 rnde song that suited well... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 432 էջ
...Genevieve ! 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...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 426 էջ
...The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. LOVE. Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope ! my joy...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1858 - 792 էջ
...G-enevieve ! 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, My hope ! my 'oy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a... | |
 | Elizabeth Strutt - 1859 - 496 էջ
...on, — "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...best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve." Another pause. He seemed trying to recollect the remainder, atid then went vigorously on, — " I play'da... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 էջ
...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 she of her own. My hope! my joy ! my Genemevt She loves me best whene'er I sing The tangs that make her grim. I play'da soft and doleful... | |
 | J. C. - 1860 - 196 էջ
...Genevieve ! She lean'd against the armed matl, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd 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... | |
 | J. C. - 1860 - 218 էջ
...• She lean'd against th •• armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'i! 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... | |
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