 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 páginas
...the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my...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,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 páginas
...Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my Joy, my Genevieve ! 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 moving Story — An old rude Song that fitted well The Ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting Blush,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 páginas
...dear Genevieve ! The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my...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,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 páginas
...the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own,' My Hope,...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,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 páginas
...Had blended with the Lights of Eve-, And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve! ' . Few sorrows hath she of her own,. My Hope! my Joy!...best, whene'er I sing The Songs, that make her grieve. Iplay'da soft and doleful Air, I.sang an old and moving Story— An old rude Song that fitted .well... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 páginas
...the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listened to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my...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... | |
 | 1820 - 774 páginas
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 páginas
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I . Live o'er again that...play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 páginas
...man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. 119 Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy!...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... | |
 | 1820 - 784 páginas
...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...play'da 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... | |
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And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear 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 she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve... 
