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Könyvek 140 / 1 - 10. könyv a(z) Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the Sprite*,... kifejezésre.
" 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 - 100. oldal
szerző: Thomas Moore - 1859 - 160 oldal
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Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 259 oldal
...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...

Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).

Thomas Moore - 1821
...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, complete; to which are added National melodies

Thomas Moore - 1822 - 111 oldal
...(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: Irish melodies. National airs

Thomas Moore - 1823
...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...

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

Thomas Moore - 1823
...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...

Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs

Thomas Moore - 1825 - 300 oldal
...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 Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, 3. kötet

Thomas Moore - 1825 - 6 oldal
...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 [by T.C. Croker].

Thomas Crofton Croker - 1825
...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...

The poetical works of Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1827
...(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; —...

The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Including His Melodies, Ballads, Etc ...

Thomas Moore - 1829 - 408 oldal
...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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