...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...

...Geneviève ! She leant 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 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...

...Genevieve ! She leaned against the 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...

...statne of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my harp, Amid the lingering light. I played a sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rude song, that fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. Coleridge's Dark Ladie. He is forsworn, if e'tr those eyes of...

...of the armed knight; She stood and I> ->> >>, , to my harp, Amid the lingering light. I pla>ed a sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rnde soog, tlml fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. Coieridge's Dark Ladie. He is forsworn, if e'er...

...those eyes of your» Behold another day-break in the East. But even this night, whose black contagious I sang an old and moving story,— An old rude song, that fitted well That ruin wild and hoary. breath Already smokes about the burning crest OF the old, feeble,...

...waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had...hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve I She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air,...

...the armed man. The statue of the armed knight : She stood and listened to my harp Amid the ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my...whene'er I sing The songs, that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song that fitted well...

...the armed man, The statue of the armed knight : She stood and listened to my harp Amid the ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my...whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song that fitted well...

...trembles most for thee ! 0 come, and hear what cruel wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie. Few Sorrows halh she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve! She...best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. All thoughts, all passions, all delight!, Whatever stir this mortal frame, All are bnt ministers of...