...light. 1 play'da sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a...well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her lace. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And how for ten long years...

...an old and moving story — An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest...But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight, that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land....

...an old and moving story — An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest...But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight, that wore Upon his shield a hurning hrand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land....

...an old and moving story — An old rude sang that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest...But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight, that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land....

...rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downeast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could...But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight, that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land....

...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 ! ii But when I told the cruel scorn Tbat...

...loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, 1 sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not...

...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...choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that, for ten long years, he wooed The lady of the...

...loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang tailed prospectus of which the reader will find at the close of the nun wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well...

...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...