 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - Страниц: 712
...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 ! Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my ioy ! my Genevieve ! She loves ^^^.^sdjjens^ezJLsing... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - Страниц: 728
...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 Geneviève ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - Страниц: 622
...Had blended with the lights of eve • And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviève ! an harp, Amid the Ung'ring light 1 play'da sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - Страниц: 490
...I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the light of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - Страниц: 478
...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 Genevievel She stood and listened to my harp Amid the ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2001 - Страниц: 718
...and trembles most for thee! 0 come, and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie [Line-space] 5 Few sorrows hath she of her own. My Hope, my Joy. my Genevieve; She loves me best whene'er I sing The song(s) that make< her grieve. songs make [Line-space]... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - Страниц: 260
...stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve, And she was there, my hope! my joy! 30 My own dear Genevieve! She lean'd against the armed...statue of the armed Knight She stood and listen'd to my harp, 35 Amid the ling'ring light. 1 play'da sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, An... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - Страниц: 260
...hour, When midway on the Mount I sate Beside the ruin'd Tow'r. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve, And she was there, my hope! my joy! 30 My own dear Genevieve! She lean'd against the armed Man The statue of the armed Knight She stood... | |
 | Inga Bryden - 1998 - Страниц: 312
...exquisitely drawn, to illustrate Coleridge's Love, and having for its text the wooing of Geneviève— "She lean'd against the armed man. The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. . . . I Millais. Ion. had exhibited al ihr Arailriny... | |
 | Caroline Tiger - 2008 - Страниц: 152
...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,...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. -96I play'da soft and... | |
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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... 
