...for all the charm of Port Republic, is where we are going now. 239 22 THE JERSEY DEVIL "I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story...rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary." SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BY NOW IT MAY BE that New Jersey's most celebrated of all unwanted children...

...palace of Kubla Khan. Music blends with dreams; it also blends with love, above all when love is sad: She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. Coleridge, who detests fashionable singers and concerts where music yields precedence to show ("Lines...

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...and trembles most for thee! 0 come, and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie. [Line-space] 5 Few sorrows hath she of her own. My Hope, my Joy,...whene'er I sing The song(s) that make< her grieve. songs make [Line-space] Greyer in my lonely woflx l feedoppn tharbhssful hour. When we TfetCutood upon...

...Genevieve! It sighs and trembles most for thee! O come and hear the cruel wrongs 1 5 Befel the dark Ladie! Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy,...best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. 20 All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers...

...statue of the armed Knight She stood and listen'd to my harp, 35 Amid the ling'ring light. 1 play'da sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, An old rude song, that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. 40 She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and...

...riper days, with .I Hiigiifiiiil. or 7ht /Vurr/'/W Rnmli.il oI'Millais. "I played a soft and dolcl'ul air. I sang an old and moving story— An old rude...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.'' If ever pencil gave the tender pathos and suggested the moving cadences of a poet's verse this lovely...

...Genevieve! She lean'd 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...best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. -96I play'da soft and doleful air; I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited...