 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 str.
...: She stood and listened to my harp Amid the ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, Sly 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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 str.
...Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, — The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath...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 moving story — An old... | |
 | 1853 - 560 str.
...She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my harp, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of...Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. J played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 str.
...Geneviève ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, , Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, . ч My hope ! my i-oy ! my Geneviève ! • , She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 622 str.
...Geneviève, It sighs and trembles most for thee ! 0 come, and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie. / ɢ A F WV I+" e ) j ɒIM `: [ { - Geneviève! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. All thoughts, all passions,... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 str.
...Genevieve ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Ge'.ievieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 str.
...Genevieve. She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight, She stood and listened to my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! ihy Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 str.
...there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevievel She stood and listened to my harp Amid the ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve t She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs, that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 432 str.
...Genevieve ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath...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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 str.
...Genevieve ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath...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... | |
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The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering... 
