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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. "
Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs: Containing Several Never ...
بواسطة Thomas Moore - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 252
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Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).

Thomas Moore - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 276
...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...

Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 294
...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...

Irish melodies, complete; to which are added National melodies

Thomas Moore - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 198
...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...

The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads ..., المجلد 4

Thomas Moore - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 314
...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...

The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs

Thomas Moore - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 464
...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...

The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, المجلد 3

Thomas Moore - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 310
...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...

Fairy Legends and Traditions of the South of Ireland, المجلد 1

Thomas Crofton Croker - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 386
...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...

Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs

Thomas Moore - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 374
...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...

The poetical works of Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 426
...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; —...

Irish Melodies: National Airs, Ballads, Songs, Etc

Thomas Moore - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 232
...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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