 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 - Page 21820Full view - About this book
 | Walter Scott - France - 1834 - 452 pages
...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,...• She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that made her grieve." Zot*. the spirits and lacerates the nerves, like the toil of the slave, it is that... | |
 | William Finden, Edward Francis Finden - Women - 1834 - 234 pages
...Geneviève ! She leant against the 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 Geneviève ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English poetry - 1835 - 320 pages
...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 Geuevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and... | |
 | 1835 - 428 pages
...statne of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my harp, Amid the lingering light. I played a sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rude song, that fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. Coleridge's Dark Ladie. He is forsworn, if e'tr those eyes of... | |
 | 1835 - 428 pages
...of the armed knight; She stood and I> ->> >>, , to my harp, Amid the lingering light. I pla>ed a sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rnde soog, tlml fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. Coieridge's Dark Ladie. He is forsworn, if e'er... | |
 | 1835 - 428 pages
...those eyes of your» Behold another day-break in the East. But even this night, whose black contagious I sang an old and moving story,— An old rude song, that fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. breath Already smokes about the burning crest OF the old, feeble,... | |
 | Garland - English poetry - 1836 - 246 pages
...waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had...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,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English drama - 1836 - 496 pages
...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 412 pages
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English poetry - 1838 - 634 pages
...trembles most for thee ! 0 come, and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie. Few Sorrows halh she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve! She...best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. All thoughts, all passions, all delight!, Whatever stir this mortal frame, All are bnt ministers of... | |
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