 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
 | 1828 - 814 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 are... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 էջ
...Genevieve! She leant against the armed man, The MI i in- of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd to ray lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Gcnevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I plny'da soft and doleful... | |
 | 1828 - 514 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 hopo ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her griere. I... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 400 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 էջ
...statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my harp, Amid the ling* ring light. I play'da sad Tͫ A *$ m6 ( l {_ eS j B m. .("H ߅T )GBI{Al#< ǂ fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, Willi downcast eyes and modest... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 էջ
...Geneviève ! She leant against the armed man. The stalue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd ven mix for ever With a sweet emotion ; Nothing in the world is single ; AU things by a Geneviève ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and... | |
 | 1831 - 596 էջ
...cruel wrongs Befcl the Dark Ladie. Few sorrows hath she for her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevicve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve." — p. 28. It is much to be regretted that Coleridge has not oftener adopted this simple style, instead... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 էջ
...Genevieve ! She leaned 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 - 1832 - 706 էջ
...dear Generiere! 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 Geneviève! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The gongs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1834 - 312 էջ
...Geneviere ! 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...best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. 1 played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well... | |
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