 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 his shield a burning brand ; And that, for ten long years, he wooed The lady of the land.  The Etonian - Página 3141821Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 páginas
...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 gaz'd Too fondly on her face ! But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 páginas
...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 ! SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. But when I told... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 páginas
...My hope ! my joy ! my Gcnevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er 1 sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and...grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. 1 told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for... | |
 | John William Lester - 1847 - 376 páginas
...my joy, my Geuevieve ! 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...song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With dowcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847 - 310 páginas
...joy ! my Genevieve I 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...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blusii. With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not... | |
 | Walter Percival - 1848 - 382 páginas
...loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I snug an old and moving story — An old rude song, that...modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for... | |
 | John William Lester - 1848 - 112 páginas
...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 ruia wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1848 - 688 páginas
...songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story— O ,~- J 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - 578 páginas
...hope ! my joy ! my Geneviève ! 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...well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a Hitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze... | |
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