...own, 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...eyes and modest grace, For well she knew I could not chuse But gaze upon Tier face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a_ burning brand...

...me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I plny'da soft and doleful air, I Mini; ,ni old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited...ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting hlnsh, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not chuse Hut gnze upon her...

...She loves me best, whene'er 1 sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, 1 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...

...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...and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not chuse But gaze upon her face.' — ip 162, 163. Time would fail to enter upon the story, or to discuss...

...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 Sitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not...

...statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my harp, Amid the ling* ring light. I play'da sad Tͫ A *$ m6 ( l {_ eS j B m. .("H ߅T )GBI{Al#< ǂ fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, Willi downcast eyes and modest...

...statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my harp, Amid the ling'ring light. 1 play'da sad ܈b pb Xb fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest...

...must give one thought, and drop a tear To her whom love abandoned to despair. . . Prior. Timidity. She listen'd with a flitting blush. With downcast...she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face With easy smiles dispell'd the silent fear That durst not tell me what I died to hear. Coleridge. Prior....

...My hope, my joy, my Geneviève! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The gongs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and...rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. SÜSte ¡n bei- J?Mjíe fíe ifyn wartet Unb гок fein Soben рф gelegt, 2fíá er aufé gel&e Saub...

...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...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...