...ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined : and, ah ! The low, the deep, the pleading tone, With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listened with a flitting blush, With downeast eyes and modest grace ; And she forgave me that I gazed...

...ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined : and, ah ! The low, the deep, the pleading tone, With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listened with a flitting hlush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; And she forgave me that I gazed...

...air, l sang an old and moving story — An old rude 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 chose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight tbat wore Upon...

...his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The lady of the land. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace ; And she forgave me, that 1 gazed Too fondly on her face. But when T told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely knight,...

...wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I ? @ A D o p I Kin piece may ho found, as originally published, under anotticr title, at pace 28. She listen'd with...

...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 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...

...i masnadier lanciossi a cruda guerra, E d' aspra morte, e dal disnor protesse La Dama della Terra. She listen'd 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...

...burning brand ; And that for ten long years 'he woo'd The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined i and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With...she forgave me, that I gazed Too fondly on her face. That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade; And sometimes starting up...

...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 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...

...ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined : and, ah ! The low, the deep, the pleading tone, With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. But when I told the cruel scorn Which crazed this bold and lovely Knight, And that he crossed the mountain...