| William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pages
...the 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...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
...with the Lights of Eve ; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve ! 138 She lean'd against the 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... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 pages
...dear 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...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
...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!...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 - 1802 - 282 pages
...blended with the Lights of Eve ; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Geuevieve ! She lean'd against the 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... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pages
...blended with the Lights of Eve ; 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 Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my Joy, my Genevieve ! She... | |
| William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pages
...blended with the Lights of Eve ; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Gonevieve ! She leaned against the 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... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 pages
...Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. / Few sorrows...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 pages
...blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the 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 ! my... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 pages
...blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed 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!... | |
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