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...My hope ! 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 stoiy — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting...

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...own, My hope, my 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...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blvfsh, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not...

...My hope, 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 fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest...

...and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sung another's love, Interpreted my own, She listened with a flitting blush ; With down-cast eyes and modest grace ; And she forgave me that I gated Too fondly on her face. The book fell from my hand ; I could not...

...thought, and drop a tear To her whom love ahandoned to despair Prior. MAEVEL OF PEEC •tBABtUS. TtMtDtTY. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace, For well she knew l could not choose But gaze upon her face ........... Coleridge. With easy smiles dispelled the silent...

...old and moving story — An old rude song, that fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest...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...

...My hope, my joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me hest, 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 fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest...