 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. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of...  Travellers Joy - Page 111edited by - 1906 - 319 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pages
...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 Joy, my Genevieve...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 pages
...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 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 pages
...! 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 Joy, my Genevieve...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pages
...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 Joy, my...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pages
...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! my...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 pages
...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 Joy, my Genevieve...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, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Ballads - 1805 - 284 pages
...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 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... | |
 | England - 1820 - 774 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 pages
...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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