...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 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 tho harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music ont of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we heai the copses ring, And her whisper thronged...

...of all beholders : ' Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all its strings with might, Struck the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight ;' and in the young gentleman's case so very much so, tha.t he had even gone to the extent of accompanying...

...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. Orl. I am he that is so love-shaked ; I pray you, tell me your remedy. Ros. There is none of my uncle's...

...lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. 40 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, 45 And her whisper thronged my pulses with...

...describe the divine passion of the soul, how — 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 bewildering, rather ? ATHERTON. I am afraid so. Yet there was much they evidently did understand...

...one, sleep. so LINES FROM LOCKSLEY HALL. ****** 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. As the husband is, the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, And the grossness of his nature will have...

...moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of life, and smote ou all the 1 TO LIGHT." SAY, from what golden quivers of the sky Do all thy winged arrows Ну ? Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses with...

...and turned it in his glowing hitnils, Every moment lightly shaken ran itself to golden sands ; Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all its chords...self, that trembling, passed in music out of sight." Morle D' Arthur reads like a fragment of an epic, and is valuable not only for its excellencies as...

...pathos there breathes a submissive, holy, tranquil trust. In its conception we discover how " Love took up the harp of Life and smote on all its chords...self, that trembling passed in music out of sight." Let us read it once again, and heed the lesson that it teaches : " I hoped that with the brave and...