 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1845 - 846 pages
...my joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I playeia soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving- story...flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For weir she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pages
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pages
...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 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 pages
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pages
...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 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pages
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pages
...the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy ! my Genevieve I play'da sofi 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 pages
...! my Geneviève ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da son and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that soiled well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting Mush, With downcaet eyes and viodest... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pages
...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 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... | |
 | John William Lester - 1847 - 376 pages
...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 doleful air, I sang an old and...and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With dowcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told... | |
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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... 
