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
| Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1855 - 580 pages
...Genevieve. She leant 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 ! ihy Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 pages
...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 own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve t She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs, that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air,... | |
| Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 436 pages
...Genevieve ! She lean'd 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...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 rnde song that suited well... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English poetry - 1857 - 432 pages
...Genevieve ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath...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... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English poetry - 1857 - 426 pages
...The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. LOVE. Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope ! my joy...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... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English literature - 1858 - 792 pages
...G-enevieve ! She lean'd 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 'oy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a... | |
| Elizabeth Strutt - 1859 - 496 pages
...on, — "She lean'd 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...best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve." Another pause. He seemed trying to recollect the remainder, atid then went vigorously on, — " I play'da... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 pages
...Genevieve ! 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 Genemevt She loves me best whene'er I sing The tangs that make her grim. I play'da soft and doleful... | |
| J. C. - Ballads, English - 1860 - 196 pages
...Genevieve ! She lean'd against the armed matl, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd to my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath...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... | |
| J. C. - Ballads, English - 1860 - 220 pages
...• She lean'd against th •• armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'i! to my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath...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... | |
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