Her wet cheek glowed M. P., MS. erased.
[[84]]
fled] flew M. P.
[[94]]
virgin] maiden MS. erased.
[[95]]
so] thus M. P.
After [96]
And now once more a tale of woe,
A woeful tale of love I sing;
For thee, my Genevieve! it sighs,
And trembles on the string.
When last I sang [sung E. M.] the cruel scorn
That craz'd this bold and lonely [lovely E. M.] knight,
And how he roam'd the mountain woods,
Nor rested day or night;