 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 720 pages
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 328 pages
...my lay, Amid the lingering light. 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... | |
 | 1866 - 522 pages
...lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my j oy ! my Genevie ve — She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that...play'da soft and doleful air I sang an old and moving atory— An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 pages
...my lav, Amid the lingering light, 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 — She listened with a flitting blush,... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 pages
...my lay, amid the lingering light. 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... | |
 | 1866 - 396 pages
...to my lay, Amid the lingering light. 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... | |
 | Roses - 1867 - 172 pages
...my lay, Amid the lingering light. 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 play'da soft and doleful air, l sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She... | |
 | Elizabeth A. Thurston - 1866 - 320 pages
...my joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me best when'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 down-cast eyes and modest... | |
 | Moxon Edward and co - 208 pages
...my lay, Amid the lingering light. 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... | |
 | Marlborough coll - 1867 - 414 pages
...!A.mid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own — My hope \ my joy I my Geneviève 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 ; An old rude song that suited well That... | |
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With downcast eyes, and modest grace; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. 
