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 air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild... Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Strona 21820Pełny widok - Informacje o książce
| William Wordsworth - 1800 - Liczba stron: 272
...the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my...an old and moving Story — An old rude Song that fitted well The Ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1800 - Liczba stron: 270
...the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my Joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er 1 sing The Songs, that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful Air, I sang an old and moving Story... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - Liczba stron: 282
...the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own,' My Hope,...an old and moving Story—- An old rude Song that fitted well The Ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - Liczba stron: 280
...dear Genevieve ! The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my...an old and moving Story — An old rude Song that fitted well The Ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - Liczba stron: 356
...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 Joy!...best, whene'er I sing The Songs, that make her grieve. Iplay'da soft and doleful Air, I.sang an old and moving Story— An old rude Song that fitted .well... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1805 - Liczba stron: 284
...the 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...whene'er I sing The Songs, that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful Air, I sang an old and moving Story — An old rude Song that fitted well... | |
| William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - Liczba stron: 284
...the 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 bast, whene'er I sing The Songs, that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful Air, I sang an old... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - Liczba stron: 334
...man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. 119 Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy!...An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild arid hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew,... | |
| British melodies - 1820 - Liczba stron: 280
...Genevieve, It sighs and trembles most for thee! O come and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy,...Genevieve, She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that made her grieve. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All arc... | |
| Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - Liczba stron: 796
...She stood and lislen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. 223 * ' Few sorrows hath she of her awn, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best , whene'er I sing The songs. that mate her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song,... | |
| |