...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...

...and balancing his foot up and down. CHAPTER VIII. 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. TKNNYSON. THE party separated early. The evening had been spent unsociably enough. Lady Emma sat by...

...HARLAND, A.UTHOE OP t4ALONE," AND UTHE HIDDEN PATH u Lovd 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." NEW YORK: DBEBY & JACKSON, 119 NASSAU STREET. ENTEKKD according to Act of Congress, in the year 1857,...

...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 throng' d 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 throng' d 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 throng'd my pulses with...

...Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands, Every moment lightly shaken, saw itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all its chords...with might,' Smote the chord of self, that trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. Tennyson. "Mr love, don't you think it is going to rain?" It was the...

...the poetry of passion rises in his own heart : " 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." This is the second period in the life of our imagination. But reverting to earlier years, it is apparent...

...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." If the transfusion of one's-self into that of another which constitutes the inexplicable mystery of...

...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, Many an evening by the waters did we watch...