 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 listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon...  The Etonian - Seite 3141821Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1848 - 688 Seiten
...songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story— O ,~- J An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace: For well she knew, I could not... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - 578 Seiten
...hope ! my joy ! my Geneviève ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and...well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a Hitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze... | |
 | A. Cunningham - 1850 - 200 Seiten
...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...song, that suited well That ruin, wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace For well she knew, I could not... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 Seiten
...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—...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; f For well she knew I could not... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 Seiten
...loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I eang ambers listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace \ For well she knew I could not... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 Seiten
...old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew I could not chooso Bat gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand,... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 Seiten
...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 fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest... | |
 | Clara Lucas Balfour - 1852 - 458 Seiten
...— ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. " She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace, And she forgave me, that I gaz'd Too fondly on her face ! " But when I told the cruel scorn That craz'd... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 Seiten
...My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and...wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 Seiten
...my Geneviève ! • , 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...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, • . ' With downcast eyes and modest grace ; ~ For well she knew,... | |
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