 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
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...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... | |
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...anil ah ! The low, the deep, 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. But when I told the cruel scorn Which crazed... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 páginas
...own, 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...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... | |
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...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...ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blnsb, With downcast eyes and modest grace, For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her... | |
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...! 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... | |
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...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 gaz'd Too fondly on her face ! But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 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 gaz'd Too fondly on her face ! But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 292 páginas
...— 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 crazed... | |
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