 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 oldal
...an old and moving Story — An old rude Song that fitted well The Ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest Grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose Bat gaze upon her Face. 139 I told her of the Knight, that wore Upon his Shield a burning Brand ; And... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 oldal
...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 moving Story — An old rude Song that fitted well The Ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 oldal
...an old and moving Story— An old rude Song that fitted .well The Ruin wild and hoary.. She listen'd with a flitting Blush With downcast Eyes and modest...knew,- I could not choose But gaze upon her Face.. I told her of the Knight, that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 oldal
...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 moving Story — An old rude Song that fitted well The Ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 oldal
...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 moving Story—- An old rude Song that fitted well The Ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 oldal
...Hope, my Joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me bast, 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 oldal
...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 old rude Song that fitted well The Ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 oldal
...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 moving story...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not... | |
 | 1820 - 774 oldal
...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 moving story—...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 oldal
...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 moving story...An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild arid hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew,... | |
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She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. 
