...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 Genevievc ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and...

...Genevieve, It sighs and trembles most for thee! Oh, 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...

...and belated, with the option at any moment of returning to their ordinary life. Few sorrows had sho of her own. My hope, my joy, my Genevieve ; She loves me best whene'er I sing The sougs that make her grieve. So Mr. Stevenson turns from life, which is too soft and indulgent,. to...

...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 l She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air,...

...armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Geneviève ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and...

...armed man, The sl-atuc of the armed knight; Khe stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevievcl Slio loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful...

...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...loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her gneve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rude song, that...

...armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. rage disarm. Though poor the peasant's hut, his feast Geneviève ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and...

...armeM man, The statno of the arm6d knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Geneviove ! She loves mo best whene'er I siug The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful...

...armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown Geneviève ! She loves mo best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and...