 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 pàgines
...all they've taught me. f Like him the Sprite' Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me, But, while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turn'd away. O! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing Too cold or... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 pàgines
...at dusk ; — as long as you keep your eyes upon him, he is fixed and in your power ; but the moment Like him, too, Beauty won me, But while her eyes were on me — If once their ray Was turn'd away, O ! winds could not outrun me. III. And are those follies going ? And is my proud heart growing Too... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 pàgines
...but the moment you look away (and he is ing» Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me , But, while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turn'd away. ! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing Too cold or... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 pàgines
...hung with gaze enchanted , Like him, the Sprite,* Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me, But while her eyes were...ray Was turn'd away, Oh ! winds could not outrun me. HI. And are those follies going ? And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 pàgines
...hung with gaze enchanted , Like him, the Sprite,* Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me, But while her eyes were...ray Was turn'd away, Oh ! winds could not outrun me. III. And are those follies going ? And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 pàgines
...with, gaze enchanted, Like him, the sprite,* Whom maids by night, Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me, •But, while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turn'd away, OU ! wiuds could not outrun me. And are those follies going ?, And is my proud heart growing Too cold... | |
 | Thomas Crofton Croker - 1825 - 386 pàgines
...hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the sprite, Whom maids by night, Oft meet in glen that 's haunted. Like him too beauty won me ; But while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turn'd away, O ! winds could not outrun me." Mr. Moore, in a note on these words, apparently with more of gallantry... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 pàgines
...hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the sprite,4s Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, beauty won me, But while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turn'd away, O ! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going ? And is my proud heart growing Too cold... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 pàgines
...Like him, (he Sprite, • Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Hcauly won me • But while her eyes were on me — If once...proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant ryes Again to set it glowing? N<i — vain, ¡ila*! the endeavour From bonds so sweet to sever; —... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1828 - 232 pàgines
...hung with gaze enchanted, Like him, the Sprite,* Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me, But while her eyes were on mo, If once their ray AVas turn'd away, O ! winds could not outrun me. III. And are those follies going... | |
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And are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing? No, vain, alas! th' endeavour From bonds so sweet to sever; Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance Is now as weak as ever. 
