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...armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lmgering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve l She loves me best, whene'er I sing " The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful...

...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 ! my Genevieve ! 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,...

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...armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and li-tcned to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Geneviève! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and...

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...armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay Amid the lingering light. bert Geneviève ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and...

...venturous tale she heard." Not to compare her too closely with one of whom Coleridge ecstatically wrote, " Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope ! my joy ! my Genevievc ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve." In the case of M. Soulie's...

...thy own point: this ktnd,this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows on thee. — Pope. 4. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Geneviève ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. — Coleridge. 5. The...