...my look, she stepped — Then suddenly with timorous eye She fled to me and wept. She half enclosed me with her arms, She pressed me with a meek embrace...bashful art That I might rather feel than see The wiling of her heart. I calmed her fears ; and she was calm, And told her love with virgin pride ; And...

...enclosed me with her arms, She press'd me with a meek embrace ; And, bending back her head, look'd up, And gazed upon my face. 'Twas partly love, and...rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart. I calm'd her fears, and she was calm, And told her love with virgin pride ; And so I won my Genevieve,...

...suddenly, with timorous eye, She flew to me and wept. She hftlf-enclosed me with her arms, She- prets'd me with a meek embrace, And bending back her head...face. 'Twas partly love and partly fear, And partly was a bashful art, That I might rather feel than see Tbe swelling of her heart. I ealined her fears,...

...of my look she stept — Then suddenly, with timorous eye, She Sed to me and wept. She half enclosed me with her arms, She pressed me with a meek embrace...Love, and partly Fear, And partly 'twas a bashful art, Tbat I might rather feel, tban see, The swelling of her heart. I calm'd her fears, and she was calm,...

...and wept. She half enclosed me with her arms, She pressed me with a meek emhrace ; And bending hack her head, looked up, And gazed upon my face. 'Twas partly love, and partly fear, And partly 'twas a hashful art, That I might rather feel than see The swelling of her heart. I calmed her fears ; and...

...her head, look'd up, And gazed upon my face. T was partly love, and partly fear, And partly 't was a bashful art. That I might rather feel than see The swelling of her heart. I calm'd her fears, and she was calm, And told her love with virgin pride ; And so I won my Genevieve,...

...my look she stepped — Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept. She half inclosed me with her arms, She pressed me with a meek embrace...back her head, looked up, And gazed upon my face. T was partly love, and partly fear, And partly 't was a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than...

...said, plainly as eyes could say, " I love thee ! I love thee !" " Twas partly fear and partly love, And partly 'twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart." I don't suppose that Gennevieve said so much, on that eventful eve when, in the gloaming, her lover read...

...look she step'd, Then suddenly, with a timorous eye, She flew to me, and wept! She half enclosed me in her arms, She pressed me. with a meek embrace, And...might rather feel than see, The swelling of her heart. < There was one great defect in his organisation, not so much a defect perhaps in itself, as in view...

...enclosed me with her arms, She press'd me with a meek embrace ; And, bending back her head, look'd up, And gazed upon my face. 'Twas partly love, and...rather feel than see The swelling of her heart. I calm'd her fears, and she was calm, And told her love with virgin pride ; And so I won my Genevieve,...