 With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that, for ten long years, he wooed The lady of the land.  The Etonian - Página 3141821Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | 1835 - 428 páginas
...of the armed knight; She stood and I> ->> >>, , to my harp, Amid the lingering light. I pla>ed a sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rnde soog, tlml fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. Coieridge's Dark Ladie. He is forsworn, if e'er... | |
 | Garland - 1836 - 246 páginas
...my joy, my Genevieve I 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...ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blvfsh, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not chuse But gaze upon her... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 496 páginas
...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... | |
 | Elizabeth Washington Wirt - 1837 - 264 páginas
...tear To her whom love ahandoned to despair Prior. MAEVEL OF PEEC •tBABtUS. TtMtDtTY. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace, For well she knew l could not choose But gaze upon her face ........... Coleridge. With easy smiles dispelled the silent... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 páginas
...my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I pky'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story...grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 páginas
...my joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me hest, 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 páginas
...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 The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1838 - 492 páginas
...joy, ray Genevieve ! She loves me hest, 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 sang that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes... | |
 | 460 páginas
...and 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 gazed Too fondly on her face ! ii But when I told the cruel scorn Tbat... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 páginas
...She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, 1 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... | |
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