..., . I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, • . ' With downcast...modest grace ; ~ For well she knew, I could not choose д But gaze upon her face.. ф • .- ' I told her of the Knight that woro • . Upon his shield a...

...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...

...and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted mv^ 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 That crazed...

...sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. " . r She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast...told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a buniing brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined...

...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...upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore I'pon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he wooed The lady of the land. 1 told...

...fair Genevieve in the ruined tower. Let us not suppose that she was more obdurate. Let us trust that She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; And she forgave him that he gazed Too fondly on her face. By the time Zelters and Company drove back...

...an old nnd 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...for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. 138 I told her how he pined : and. ah ! The low, the deep, the pleading tone, With which I sang another's...

...and ah ! The deep, the low, 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 That crazed...

...He sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. " She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, he could not choose But gaze upon her face. " For several days the harper lingered ; one morning, he...

...and ah ! The deep, the low, 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 That crazed...