 And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear 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 she of her own, My hope! my joy! my Genevieve! She...  A book of favourite modern ballads [ed. by J.C.].авторы: Book - 1865 - Страниц: 83Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - Страниц: 628
...cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie. Few Sorrows halb she of her own. My hope, my joy, my Geneviève ! x All thoughts, all passions, all delights. Whatever stir this mortal frame, All are but ministers of... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Страниц: 1022
...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 songs that...rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1832 - Страниц: 706
...my joy, my Geneviève! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The gongs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story...rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. SÜSte ¡n bei- J?Mjíe fíe ifyn wartet Unb гок fein Soben рф gelegt, 2fíá er aufé gel&e Saub... | |
 | William Finden, Edward Francis Finden - 1834 - Страниц: 234
...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 play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1834 - Страниц: 312
...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 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - Страниц: 320
...my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Geuevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that...played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving stoiy — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting... | |
 | 1835 - Страниц: 428
...statne of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my harp, Amid the lingering light. I played a sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rude song, that fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. Coleridge's Dark Ladie. He is forsworn, if e'tr those eyes of... | |
 | 1835 - Страниц: 428
...those eyes of your» Behold another day-break in the East. But even this night, whose black contagious I sang an old and moving story,— An old rude song, that fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. breath Already smokes about the burning crest OF the old, feeble,... | |
 | 1835 - Страниц: 428
...of the armed knight; She stood and I> ->> >>, , to my harp, Amid the lingering light. I pla>ed a sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rnde soog, tlml fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. Coieridge's Dark Ladie. He is forsworn, if e'er... | |
 | Garland - 1836 - Страниц: 246
...my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve I She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make...rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blvfsh, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could... | |
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