 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 828 pages
...hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the Sprite, Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. U:`;`<`=` ` ` ` Y ^ ^&`'` ^ ^ ^*`M`N`6`7`8` Y _ ] ^ ^[ Y PQ][` _ YeT S \L`h`i` 5 turned away, Oh, winds could not outrun me. 20 And are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 964 pages
...with gaze enchanted, Like him the Sprite, Whom maids by night • Oft meet in glen that's haunted. 15 ry Arvon's shore they lie, 35 Smeared with gore, and ghastly pale: Far, far aloof turned away, Oh, winds could not outrun me. 20 And are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing... | |
 | 1916 - 792 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 turned away, Oh, winds could not outrun me. 20 And are those follies going ? And is my proud heart... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - 1604 pages
...with gaze enchanted, Like him, the Sprite, Whom maids by night 15 Oft meet in glen that's haunted. me fainting wretch may save, And snatch him cold and speechless from the wave. HOP turn 'd away, 20 Oh, winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going? And is my proud heart... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 924 pages
...hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the Sprite, Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. 15 Macmillan company 508 5°9 And are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 944 pages
...If once their ray Was turned away, Oh, winds could not outrun me. 20 nd are those follies going? nd is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes gain to set it glowing? 25 o, vain, alas! th' endeavor rom bonds so sweet to sever; Poor Wisdom's chance... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1917 - 856 pages
...him the Sprite, Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that 's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won mo, 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... | |
 | 1918 - 2030 pages
...haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me; But when the spell was on me. If once their ray Was turned away. O! winds could not outrun me. • And are those follies...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... | |
 | 1922 - 392 pages
...hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the sprite, Whom maids by night Oft met in glen tl Kit'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... | |
 | George Roy Elliott, Norman Foerster - 1923 - 864 pages
...with gaze enchanted, Like him, the Sprite, Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. 15 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. 20 And are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing... | |
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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. 
