...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 downeast eyes and modest...

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

...My hope, my joy, ray 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 sang that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes...

...and, ah ! The low, the deep, the pleading tone, With which J sang 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 face ! But when I told the cruel scorn Which crazed...

...and, ah ! The deep, the low, tht pleading tone With which I sung another's tuie. Interpreted myoiotu She listened with a flitting blush ; With down-cast eyes and modest grace ; Anil she forgave me, that 1 gated TaoJoHdtyoH her Jace. The book fell from my hand ; I could not...

...that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The lady of the land. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace ; And she forgave me, that 1 gazed Too fondly on her face. But when T told the cruel scorn That crazed...

...my joy ! my Genevieve ! 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 moving story...song, that suited well That <ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not...

...of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my harp, Amid the ling'ring light. 1 play'da sad nnd 7/ fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flittini* blush, With downcast eyes and modest...

...lanciossi a cruda guerra, E d' aspra morte, e dal disnor protesse La Dama della Terra. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest...shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he woo'd The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined ; and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone...

...my joy ! my Genevieve ! 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 moving story,...rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. Di rossore suffusa Ella ascoltava, Con occhi bassi e alteramente umile ; Che sapea, come intento io...