 | Thomas Moore - 1853 - 790 pages
...won me, But while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turn'd away, О ! winds could not outran me. And are those follies going ? And is my proud...brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing? No, vain, alas ! tlf endeavor From bonds so sweet to sever ; Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance Is now as weak... | |
 | Carroll & Hutchinson (New York). - 1853 - 204 pages
...hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the sprite, Whom maids by night Oft met 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 Moore - 1855 - 810 pages
...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, 0 ! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going ? And is my proud heart growing Too cold... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1856 - 408 pages
...Like him, too, Beauty won me, But while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turn'd away, 0 ! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going...or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing ? * This alludes to a kind of Irish fairy, which is to be with, they say, in the fields at dusk. As... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1856 - 404 pages
...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 i Was turn'd away, O ! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going ? And is my proud heart... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1858 - 364 pages
...that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me ; But while her e3-es were on me, If onee their ray 40 And are those follies going '! And is my proud heart growing Too eold or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing ? No, vain, alas ! th" endeavour From bonds... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1866 - 580 pages
...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?...bonds so sweet to sever ; — • Poor Wisdom's chance WHERE IS THE SLAVE? OH ! where's the slave, so lowly, Condemn'd to chains unholy, Who, could he burst... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 212 pages
...all they v<: taught me. 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 turu'd away, Oh ! winds could not outran me. And are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1859 - 248 pages
...night Oft meet in glen that 's haunt-ed. Like him, too, Beau - ty i ^£3FS" £± =*=*_ «-\ — — • •won me, But, while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was tuni'da - way, 0 ! Winds could not out 3: =4 i:=r~p =1: "F r i * T f t ~& BT=^ run me. ^=*^^Rfc -fr... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1860 - 782 pages
...hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the sprite,1 Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me, But while her eyes were...alas ! th' endeavour From bonds so sweet to sever j Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance Is now as weak as ever. WHERE IS THE SLAVE. Он, whcre's the... | |
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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. 
