 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 - 1848 - Страниц: 688
...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...and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story— O ,~- J An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush,... | |
 | Walter Percival - 1848 - Страниц: 382
...my lay, Amid the lingering light. 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. I played a soft and doleful air, I snug an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - Страниц: 578
...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...rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a Hitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could... | |
 | A. Cunningham - 1850 - Страниц: 200
...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...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - Страниц: 592
...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...rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; f For well she knew I could... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - Страниц: 764
...my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Geneviève 1 eang an old and moving story — An old rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - Страниц: 438
...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...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... | |
 | Clara Lucas Balfour - 1852 - Страниц: 458
...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. " I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well... | |
 | Charlotte Ann Fillebrown Jerauld - 1852 - Страниц: 478
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - Страниц: 728
...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...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,... | |
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