 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 страница
...with the Lights of Eve ; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve ! 138 She lean'd against the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my Joy, my Genevieve ! She... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 страница
...blended with the Lights of Eve ; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Geuevieve ! She lean'd against the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own,' My Hope, my Joy, my Genevieve ! She... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 страница
...Had blended with the Lights of Eve-, And she was there, my Hope, my 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 страница
...blended with the Lights of Eve ; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, .•' My own dear Genevieve ! The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my Joy, my Genevieve ! She... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 страница
...blended with the Lights of Eve ; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Gonevieve ! She leaned against the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listened to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my Joy, my... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 страница
...blended with the Lights of Eve ; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leaned against the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listened to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few Sorrows hath she of her own, My Hope, my Joy, my... | |
 | 1820 - 774 страница
...scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 страница
...scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 страница
...scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the...and listen'd to my lay, 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... | |
 | 1820 - 784 страница
...scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed 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 ! my... | |
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And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She lean'd against the armed 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! my Genevieve! She... 
