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...and rhyme, with the feelings conveyed in these stanzas : — " I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that...modest grace : For well she knew I could not choose But gazo upon her face. I told her of the Knight who wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for...

...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...and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not chuse But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ;...

...and rhyme, with the feelings conveyed in these stanzas : — " I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that...ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd, with a flitting blnsli, With downcast eyes and modest grace : For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upou her...

...and ah! The deep, the low, the pleading tone, With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace ; And she forgave me that I gazed Too fondly on her face ! That sometimes from the savage den, And...

...and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone, With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace ; And she forgave me that I gazed Too fondly on her face ! But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed...

...an old and moving story ; An old rude song, that fitted well The ruins wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace, For well she knew I could not chuse But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight who wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And...

...rhyme, with the feelings conveyed in these stanzas : — ' ' I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wUd and hoary. She listen'd, with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace : For well...