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Teokset Teokset 61 - 70 / 190 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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Imagination and fancy; or Selections from the English poets, with critical ...

1845
...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...

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

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

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...

The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 504 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 !But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed...

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...

The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 504 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 ! SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. But when I told...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: complete in one volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 607 sivua
...My hope ! my joy ! my Gcnevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er 1 sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and...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...

Criticisms

John William Lester - 1847 - 355 sivua
...my joy, my Geuevieve ! 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 dowcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not...

The poetical and dramatic works of S.T. Coleridge 3 vols, Nide 1

Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847
...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...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blusii. With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not...

Criticisms

John William Lester - 1848 - 99 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— An old rude song that suited well That ruia wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For...




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