 Her smile when Beauty granted, I 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...  A selection of Irish melodies, songs, and poems - Strana 100podľa Thomas Moore - 1859 - Počet stránok 160Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - Počet stránok 294
...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 - 1821 - Počet stránok 276
...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 - 1822 - Počet stránok 198
...(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 - Počet stránok 464
...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, 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 - 1823 - Počet stránok 314
...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, 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 - 1825 - Počet stránok 374
...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 - 1825 - Počet stránok 310
...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 - Počet stránok 386
...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 - 1827 - Počet stránok 426
...(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 their ray...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 - 1829 - Počet stránok 470
...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...heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes Afun to set it glowing! No — vain, alas! the endeavour From bonds so sweet to sever ; — Poor Wisdom's... | |
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