 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 - Seite 21820Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 Seiten
...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,...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... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 Seiten
...: She stood and listened to my harp Amid the ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, Sly 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 fitted well... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 Seiten
...Genevieve. She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armSd knight, She stood and listened to my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy 1 my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft... | |
 | Charlotte Ann Fillebrown Jerauld - 1852 - 478 Seiten
...expression on the face. You remember the verse, " Few sorrows hath she of her own, My life, my love, my Genevieve ; She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve." To another friend she thus describes a piece of sculpture. After alluding to a painting of the same... | |
 | 1853 - 560 Seiten
...She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my harp, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of...best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. J played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that fitted well... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1853 - 464 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 — An old rude song, that suited well That ruiii wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 Seiten
...Geneviève ! 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, . ч My hope ! my i-oy ! my Geneviève ! • , She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 622 Seiten
...Geneviève, It sighs and trembles most for thee ! 0 come, and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie. / ɢ A F WV I+" e ) j ɒIM `: [ { - Geneviève! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. All thoughts, all passions,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 712 Seiten
...there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! 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 soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 Seiten
...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 she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Ge'.ievieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and... | |
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