 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...  The Etonian - Sivu 3141821Koko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | 1826 - 434 sivua
...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...eyes and modest grace, For well she knew I could not chuse But gaze upon Tier face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a_ burning brand... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 sivua
...me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I plny'da soft and doleful air, I Mini; ,ni old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited...ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting hlnsh, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not chuse Hut gnze upon her... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - 374 sivua
...She loves me best, whene'er 1 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... | |
 | 1829 - 558 sivua
...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...and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not chuse But gaze upon her face.' — ip 162, 163. Time would fail to enter upon the story, or to discuss... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 400 sivua
...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 Sitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 sivua
...statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my harp, Amid the ling* ring light. I play'da sad Tͫ A *$ m6 ( l {_ eS j B m. .("H ߅T )GBI{Al#< ǂ fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, Willi downcast eyes and modest... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 sivua
...statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my harp, Amid the ling'ring light. 1 play'da sad ܈b pb Xb fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest... | |
 | Elizabeth Washington Wirt - 1832 - 338 sivua
...must give one thought, and drop a tear To her whom love abandoned to despair. . . Prior. Timidity. She listen'd with a flitting blush. With downcast...she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face With easy smiles dispell'd the silent fear That durst not tell me what I died to hear. Coleridge. Prior.... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1832 - 706 sivua
...My hope, my joy, my Geneviève! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The gongs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and...rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. SÜSte ¡n bei- J?Mjíe fíe ifyn wartet Unb гок fein Soben рф gelegt, 2fíá er aufé gel&e Saub... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1834 - 312 sivua
...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...she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. 1 told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he... | |
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