 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 played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and...  Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country - Página 249editado por - 1879Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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... | |
 | 1820 - 774 páginas
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 páginas
...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 - 784 páginas
...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... | |
 | 1822 - 418 páginas
...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... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 páginas
...cruel wrongs Befel the Dark Ladie. 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. . , All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers... | |
 | 1826 - 434 páginas
...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... | |
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