 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Страниц: 1022
...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 loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1832 - Страниц: 706
...unt> When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The Moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Generiere! She leant against the armed man The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd to... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1832 - Страниц: 706
...ЛУ lien midway on Ihr mount I lay, Beside tbe rnin'd tbwer. The Moonshine , stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve And she was there, my hope, шу joy, My own dear Geneticre ! She leant against the armed man The statue of the armed knight; She... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1834 - Страниц: 312
...hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviere ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened... | |
 | William Finden, Edward Francis Finden - 1834 - Страниц: 234
...hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The Moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve, And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviève ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd... | |
 | Ellen Pickering - 1834 - Страниц: 246
...twin'd; Thou'rt in my mind, thou'rt in my mind." CROLT% " The moonshine, stealing o'erthe scene, HaoV blended with the lights of eve, And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Gencvieve. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace, And she forgave... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1834 - Страниц: 452
...induce him to do so when he is actually bound to his oar. If there is a mental drudgery which lowers 1 " Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve; • She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that made her grieve." Zot*. the spirits... | |
 | Plantagenet - 1835 - Страниц: 950
...hour, When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine, stealing, o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there,...hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! • * • * She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modeat grace ; For well she knew, I could not... | |
 | 1835 - Страниц: 428
...(Far the Parterre). ROMANCE THE THIRB. THE SOLITARY GRANGE. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene. Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviève ! She leaned against the armed man, The statne of the armed knight; She stood and listened... | |
 | 1835 - Страниц: 428
...Parterre). ROMANCE THY THIRD. THE SOLITARY GRANGE. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene, Had blended u in, the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevicve ! She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and I> ->>... | |
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When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, ' Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve... 
