...appeared to himself at an immeasurable distance beneath her sweet simplicity and graee : — "Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all it-s chords...chord of Self, that trembling passed in music out of eight!" And so Lancelot chafed under a sense of his own nothingness and unworthiuess. How clumsy he...

...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...

...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." But, while he describes this season of bliss, relentless memory confronts him with the mocking issue...

...moment, hghtly 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...

...now. For if it were for Anne's happiness, "Love took up the harp of Life, and emote on all the chorda with might : Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music ont of sight." he was content to give her up. It had been far otherwise in that earlier passion, which...

...so self-sacrificing, as love to Christ : — " 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." And yet, the imagination of Paul was, on this theme, loftier than the Laureate's. Such, according to...

...lightly turns to thoughts of love. Locksley Hull. 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. ibid. He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his...

...WILLIAM MASON. 1725-1797. ' I "HE fattest hog in Epicurus' sty. Heroic Epistle. ALFRED TENNYSON. I" OVE took up the harp of Life, and smote on all •*•—*...Self, that, trembling passed in music out of sight. Lochsley Hall. He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better...

...heaven's harmonies." COMUS. — Milton. Heptameter. "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." LOCKSLEY HALL. — Tennyson. "Sit not like a mourner, Brother! by the grave of that dear Past, Throw...

...Itself in golden Bands. ' Love took up the barp of Life, »Dd smote on all the chords with might; Smoto the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight,' That old time, that old magic cast over life, that delicious dream-time, is all forgotten now, or remembered...