 | Thomas Moore - 1882 - عدد الصفحات: 682
...But while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turned away, Oh ! winds could not outrun meAnd are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing...brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing? No — vain, alas ! the endeavour From bonds so sweet to sever ;— Poor Wisdom's chance Agamst a glance Is now as weak... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - عدد الصفحات: 686
...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 turned away O ! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going ? And is my proud heart growing... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - عدد الصفحات: 734
...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 turned away O ! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going ? And is my proud heart growing... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1884 - عدد الصفحات: 654
...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 turned away O ! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going ? And is my proud heart growing... | |
 | 1885 - عدد الصفحات: 686
...haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me, But while her eyes were on me; If once their ray Was turned away, Oh ! winds could not outrun me. And are those...Again to set it glowing ? No — vain, alas ! th' endeavor From bonds so sweet to sever; — Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance Is now as weak as... | |
 | Charles MacCarthy Collins - 1885 - عدد الصفحات: 350
...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 turned away, Oh ! winds could not outrun me. And are these follies going ? And is my proud heart growing... | |
 | Thomas Young Crowell - 1885 - عدد الصفحات: 702
...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 turned away, Oh ! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing... | |
 | Charles MacCarthy Collins - 1885 - عدد الصفحات: 352
...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 turned away, Oh ! winds could not outrun me. And are these follies going ? And is my proud heart growing... | |
 | 1887 - عدد الصفحات: 842
...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...eyes Again to set it glowing '.' No, vain, alas ! th' endeavor From bonds so sweet to sever ; Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance Is now as weak as ever.... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1887 - عدد الصفحات: 264
...alludes to a kind of Irish fairy, which is to Sc met with, they say, in the fields at dusk. As long Like him, too, beauty won me, But while her eyes were...brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing ? No — vain, alas I th' endeavour From bonds so sweet to sever ; — Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance Is now as... | |
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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. 
