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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 ...
по Thomas Moore - 1821 - 252 страници
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Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 страници
...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 - 294 страници
...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 - 198 страници
...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, etc, Том 4

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 страници
...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 - 464 страници
...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, Том 3

Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 страници
...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, Том 1

Thomas Crofton Croker - 1825 - 386 страници
...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 - 374 страници
...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 - 426 страници
...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 - 232 страници
...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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