 | Walter Scott - 1827 - Страниц: 506
...few sorrows of their own, as Coleridge beautifully expresses it,* love the tales which call forth a * Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevievc ; She loves me best whene'er I sinfj The songs that make her grieve. LOVE. sympathy for which... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart [prose, collected]) - 1827 - Страниц: 500
...few sorrows of their own, as Coleridge beautifully expresses it,* love the tales which call forth a * 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. LOVE. sympathy for which... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - Страниц: 600
...hour When midway on the mount I sat, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there,...man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my harp, Amid the lingering light. I played a sad and doleful air, I sung an old and moving... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - Страниц: 374
...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 Genevieve! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid... | |
 | 1828 - Страниц: 814
...hour, When midway on the mount I sat, 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. She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my harp, Amid... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - Страниц: 838
...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 - Страниц: 514
...Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of ere ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man. The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid... | |
 | 1829 - Страниц: 558
...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,...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - Страниц: 575
...with the lights of ere; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviere ! She leant again -i the armed man. The statue of the armed knight; She stood and lislen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope! my joy! my... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - Страниц: 628
...hour, When midway on the mount I sate, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Geneviève ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd... | |
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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... 
