 And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leaned against the 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...  Criticisms - Halaman 265oleh John William Lester - 1847 - 355 halamanTampilan utuh - Tentang buku ini
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 halaman
...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 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 - 280 halaman
...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 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 halaman
...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 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 halaman
...my Joy, My own dear Genevieve! ' . Few sorrows hath she of her own,. My Hope! my Joy! my Genevieve! She loves me 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 halaman
...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 I sing The Songs, that...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 - 1805 - 284 halaman
...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...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 halaman
...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 halaman
...lay, Amid the lingering light. 119 Few sorrows hath she of her 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 moving story — An old rude song, that suited well... | |
 | 1820 - 774 halaman
...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 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... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 halaman
...joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best , whene'er I sing The songs. that mate 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 ßitting blush, lVith downcast eyes and modest grace, For well she knew . I could... | |
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