 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 Carter Hall - 1853 - Страниц: 464
...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...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 - Страниц: 712
...own, My hope ! my ioy ! my Genevieve ! She loves ^^^.^sdjjens^ezJLsing "THe songs Jhaljoiaka»,her .grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an...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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - Страниц: 740
...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... | |
 | 1853 - Страниц: 560
...my harp, 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. J played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that fitted well... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - Страниц: 622
...Amid the lingering light Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Geneviève ! She lovee 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 Coleridge - 1854 - Страниц: 712
...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...rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. " . r She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - Страниц: 580
...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...story — An old rude song, that suited well That rain wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - Страниц: 478
...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...grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old und moving story — An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - Страниц: 490
...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 doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song that suited well... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - Страниц: 432
...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... | |
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