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...and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace ; And she forgave me, that I gazed Too fondly on her face ! But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed...

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...old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest...shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he woo'd The lady of the land. / told her how he pin'd, and — ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone...

...— An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blnsb, With downcast eyes and modest grace, For well she...shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he woo'd The lady of the land. / told her how he pin'd, and—ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone...

...Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy ! my Genevieve I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story—...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace, For well she knew I could not...

...hope! my joy ! my Genevievef She loves me best whene'er Ising The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story—...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace, For well she knew I could not...