 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...Time, and turned it in his glowing hands: Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the...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... | |
 | 1849 - 468 páginas
...loved." Passion seeks the gratification of self; Love sacrifices itself. What says Tennyson ? — ' Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the...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... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1842 - 558 páginas
...Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the...Self, that, trembling, pass'd 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... | |
 | 1842 - 788 páginas
...Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the...Self, that, trembling, pass'd 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 páginas
...Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the...Self, that, trembling, pass'd 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... | |
 | 1842 - 610 páginas
...Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the...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... | |
 | 1843 - 424 páginas
...Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the...Self, that, trembling, pass'd 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 páginas
...Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the...Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses .And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 páginas
...Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the...Self, that, trembling, pass'd 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on ill the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd 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... | |
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Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. 
