 | Garland - 1836 - Страниц: 246
...man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen' d to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve I She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air,... | |
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...of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows bath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs tbat make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, l sang an old and moving story — An old rude... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - Страниц: 336
...armed man, The statue of the armed knight : She stood and listened to my harp Amid the ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope, my joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me hest, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1840 - Страниц: 584
...other. To those who remember the " Genevieve " of Coleridge, and have seen the " Rosalie" of Allston, although in one love is conscious, and in the other...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." — " No, never came... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - Страниц: 746
...armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay Amid the lingering light. dain And insult to his heart's best brother: They pa Geneviève ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - Страниц: 738
...armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay Amid the lingering light. a little dexterity of conduct and readiness of exped Geneviève ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 292
...armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd 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 Ising The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 278
...armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy ! my Genevieve I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song, that suited well... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 280
...armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy ! my Genevieve ' I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song, that suited well... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 278
...armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy ! my Genevieve I play'da sofi and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song, that suited well... | |
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I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She... 
