 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - عدد الصفحات: 272
...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 Joy,...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - عدد الصفحات: 270
...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 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 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...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 Joy,...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - عدد الصفحات: 282
...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 Joy,...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - عدد الصفحات: 356
...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!...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - عدد الصفحات: 284
...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 Joy,...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 — An old rude Song... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - عدد الصفحات: 284
...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 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - عدد الصفحات: 334
...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!...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,... | |
 | 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 774
...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...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,... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...Genevieve, It sighs and trembles most for thee! O come and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy,...best whene'er I sing The songs that made her grieve. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All arc but ministers of... | |
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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. 
