 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 280 pages
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 pages
...blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviève! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid ihe lingering light. Few sorrows huth she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 292 pages
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1846 - 540 pages
...blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genuvieve ! 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847 - 310 pages
...the lights of eve ; VOL. i. L 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...hath she of her 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,... | |
 | John William Lester - English literature - 1847 - 376 pages
...blended with the lights of eve : And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geuevieve. She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight...Few sorrows hath she of her own, 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English poetry - 1848 - 414 pages
...scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering...hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy! my Genevieve ! 1 She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.) I played a soft and doleful... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - Art - 1848 - 52 pages
...one suggested by this stanza in Coleridge's admirable little poem of The Dark Lady : — " She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my harp Amid the lingering light." This picture remains, 1 am told, among the things which he left unfinished... | |
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Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there — my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve... 
