...Genevieve, It sighs and trembles most for thee ! O come and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the dark Ladie. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy,...Genevieve, She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that made her grieve. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are...

...armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er 1 sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, 1 sang an old and moving story...

...stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hopo ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her griere. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — And old rude song that...

...man, The MI i in- of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd to ray lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Gcnevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I plny'da soft and doleful...

...armed man. The stalue 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 Geneviève ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and...

...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 Geneviève! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The gongs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful...

...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 Geneviève ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and...

...induce him to do so when he is actually bound to his oar. If there is a mental drudgery which lowers 1 " Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy,...• She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that made her grieve." Zot*. the spirits and lacerates the nerves, like the toil of the slave, it is that...

...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 Geneviève ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and...

...armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. 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...