...Love sacrifices itself. What says Tennyson ? — ' Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of self, that trembling passed in music out of sight.' " " Cite proofs, and not the fictions of poetry, if you wish to convert me, Mr. Dundas. I could as...

...moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And herwhisper throng'd my pulses with...

...ev'ry mo-nent, lightly shaken, Ran itself in golden sands." when " Love took up; he harp of Life, Aai smote on all its chords with might; Smote the chord of self, th-it, trembling, Passed in music out of sight." As I have said, the world seems conscious of this...

...itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on nil the chords with might, Smete the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. TENHYSON. THE mistress of Summerwood was a living homily on the blessings of early rising. Every morning...

...Tennyson's Locksley Hall contains this beautiful couplet : — " Love took up the harp of Life and emote on all its chords with might, Smote the chord of self, that trembling passed in music out of sight." In Mr. Mulchinock's Chant for Toilers this is very coolly reproduced : — " From the chord of self-evoking...

...them.- In her the song of the poet is realized : " Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might, Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight." The celebrated WILLIAM WIRT, in a letter to his daughter, discourses on the power of this unselfish...

...took up thte glass of Time, and turned it in his Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses with...

...took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring. And her whisper thronged my pulses with...

...moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses with...

...waste garden of her heart. With her it was sorrow that ' Took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that trembling passed in music out of sight.' Into the joys and hopes of others she threw her spirit ; for others she sung cheerfully and bravely....