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Teokset Teokset 71 - 80 / 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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The Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1848 - 384 sivua
...songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story— O ,~- J 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...

The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - 546 sivua
...hope ! my joy ! my Geneviève ! 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...well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a Hitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze...

The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. Cunningham

A. Cunningham - 1850
...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...

Recollections of a Literary Life: Or Books, Places and People

Mary Russell Mitford - 1851 - 558 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; f For well she knew I could not...

Cyclopedia of English Literature: a Selection of the Choicest ..., Nide 2

Robert Chambers - 1851
...loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I eang ambers listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace \ For well she knew I could not...

Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and People, Nide 1

Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 558 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 grace; For well she knew I could not chooso Bat gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand,...

Hausschatz englischer Poesie: Auswahl aus den Werken der bedeutendsten ...

Oskar Ludweg Beruhard Wolff - 1852 - 399 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 — An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest...

Sketches of English Literature from the Fourteenth to the Present Century

Clara Lucas Balfour - 1852 - 404 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 craz'd...

Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic

Beautiful poetry - 1853
...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...wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he...

The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory ..., Nide 7

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853
...my Geneviève ! • , 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...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,...




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