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" 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. "
The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Page 199
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 388 pages
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Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places and People

Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 pages
...and oh ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I told another's love, Interpreted my own ! She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; And she forgave me, that I gazed Too fondly on her foce. T But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed...
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The Book of British Ballads

Samuel Carter Hall - 1853 - 464 pages
...armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy...story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruiii wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volume 1

Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 pages
...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...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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Poets of England and America: Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both ...

1853 - 560 pages
...man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my harp, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy,...best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. J played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that fitted well...
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The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Prose and Verse

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 622 pages
...Amid the lingering light Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Geneviève ! She lovee 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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Jersey Genesis: The Story of the Mullica River

Henry Charlton Beck - 1983 - 368 pages
...Point." And that, for all the charm of Port Republic, is where we are going now. 239 22 THE JERSEY DEVIL "I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and...rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary." SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BY NOW IT MAY BE that New Jersey's most celebrated of all unwanted children...
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The Musical Quarterly

Oscar George Sonneck - 1924 - 734 pages
...palace of Kubla Khan. Music blends with dreams; it also blends with love, above all when love is sad: She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. Coleridge, who detests fashionable singers and concerts where music yields precedence to show ("Lines...
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Samuel L. Schmucker: The Discovery of His Lost Art

Jack Davis, Dorothy Ryan - 2001 - 198 pages
...Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) poem Love, written in 1798, the same year he wrote Kubla Khan. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace; 14664 Byron. Signed SLS. Copyright 1907. Gouache, watercolor, and ink over pencil drawings, 5.75 x...
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Selected Poetry

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - 260 pages
...Genevieve! It sighs and trembles most for thee! O come and hear the cruel wrongs 1 5 Befel the dark Ladie! Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy,...best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. 20 All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers...
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Selected Poetry

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - 260 pages
...statue of the armed Knight She stood and listen'd to my harp, 35 Amid the ling'ring light. 1 play'da sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, An old rude song, that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. 40 She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and...
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