The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1906-02-08
No. 100.
GENEvIEvE.
by SAMUEL TAYLOR CoLBRIDGE.

by SAMUEL TAYLOR CoLERIDGE.
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LII thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers Of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
OFT In my waking dreams do
when evs i Ser again nn ha tina, ,d happy hour
Beside the ruined tower. ear
The moonshine stealing DER the scene
Had blended with the lights OF eve;
And she was there, my hope, my JOY
Ny own dear 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 Genevieve!
She loves mo best, wheneer sing
The songs that make her greve.
/ played soft and doeful air,
sang an old and moving story e,
An old rude song that suited we'll iga
That ruin wild and hoary.
She listened with fitting blush,
With downcast eyes and modest grace;
For we'll she knew, could not choose
But gaze upon her face.
told her Of the knight that wore
Upon his fhield burning brand;
And that for ten long years he wooed
The Lady Of the Land.
told her how he pined: and ah.
The deep, the low. the pleading tone
With which sang another's love
Interpreted my
She listened with fitting blush
With downcast eyes. and modest grace;
And she forgave me, that gazed
Too fondly on her face.
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That crazed that bold and lovely Knight
And that he crossed the mountain-woods,
Nor rested day nor night;
That sometimes from the savage den,
And sometimes from the darksome shade.
And sometimes starting up at once
In green and sunny glade.
There came and looked hin, in the face
An angel beautiful and bright
And that he knew It Fiend,
This miserable knight!
And that, unknowing what he did
He leaped amid murderous band.
And saved from outrage worse than death
The Lady Of the Land;
And how she wept and clasped his knees;
(, And how she tended him in vain;
And ever strove to expiate
The scorn that crazed his brain;
And that she nursed him in a cave.
And how his madness went away,
When the yellow forest leaves
dying man ne lay;
His dying words--but when reached
That tenderest strain of all the ditty
My faltering voice and pausing harp
Disturbed her soul with pity
All impulses OF soul and sense
Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve;
The music and the doleful tale,
The rich and balmy eve;
And hopes. and fears that kindle hope.
An undistnguishable throng
And gentle wishes long subdued,
Subdued and cherished long.
She wept with pity and delight.
She blushed with love, and virgin shame;
And like the murmur of dream, ,f
heard her breathe my name.
Her bosom heaved-she stepped aside,
AS conscious of my look she stept-
Then suddenly, with timorous eye
She fled to me and wept.
She half enclosed me with her arms
She pressed me with meek embrace;
And bending back her head, looked up.
And gazed upon my face seYss
Twas partly love, and partly fear,
And partly twas bashful art
That might rather feel than see
The swelling Of her heart
I Gained her fears. and she calm,
And told her love with virgin pride;
And so won my Genevieve,
My bright and beauteous Bride
Sunday Oct 1908 Ono published each
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