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Teokset Teokset 51 - 60 / 189 haulle I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song,....
" 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 304
1821
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Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century

1842 - 490 sivua
...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. That sometimes from the savage den. And sometimes...

Sketches of the History of Literature and Learning in England ..., Niteet 5–6

George Lillie Craik - 1845
...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...

The Book of British Ballads

Samuel Carter Hall - 1844 - 153 sivua
...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...

Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Nide 2

Robert Chambers - 1844
...my joy, my Geneviève ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a paining ; They stood aloof, the scars remaining. Like cliffs which had been rent asunder: listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not...

Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Nide 2

Robert Chambers - 1844
...my joy, my Geneviève ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a assistance, or to extinguish the desire of fond endearments and te»der officiousnese ; listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she kqew I could not...

Chambers's Edinburgh Journal

1843
...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...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 255 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...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...

Chambers's Miscellany of Useful and ..., Nide 4,Numero 31 –Nide 6,Numero 59

William Chambers, Robert Chambers
...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...song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For weir she knew I could not...

The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Prose and Verse

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 546 sivua
...! 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...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 255 sivua
...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...




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