 With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined:...  Florence - Sayfa 50M E. Hammond tarafından - 1858Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 sayfa
...an old and moving Story — An old rude Song that fitted well The Ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest Grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her Face, 13Q I told her of tke Knight, that wore Upon his Shield... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 sayfa
...an old and moving Story— An old rude Song that fitted .well The Ruin wild and hoary.. She listen'd with a flitting Blush With downcast Eyes and modest Grace ; For well she knew,- I could not choose But gaze upon her Face.. I told her of the Knight, that wore Upon his shield a burning... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 sayfa
...an old and moving Story—- An old rude Song that fitted well The Ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest Grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But -gaze upon her Face. 131 I told her of the Knight, that wore Upon his Shield... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 sayfa
...and, ah ! The low, the deep, the pleading tone, With which I sang another's Love, Interpreted my own. She listened with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest Grace ; And she forgave me, that J gazed Too fondly on her Face ! But when I told the cruel scorn Which crazed... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 sayfa
...and, ah ! The low, the deep, the pleading tone, With which I 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... | |
 | 1820 - 774 sayfa
...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— 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 sayfa
...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 — 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 sayfa
...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 — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild arid hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew,... | |
 | 1820 - 784 sayfa
...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— An old rude song,...downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not chuse But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 sayfa
...loves me best , whene'er I sing The songs. that mate her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. % She listen' d with a ßitting blush, lVith downcast eyes and modest grace, For well she knew . I could... | |
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