 Love took up the glass of 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 chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music...  Little Classics: Poems, lyrical - 9. oldalSzerkesztette: - 1875Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...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 chords with might:...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... | |
 | 1849 - 468 oldal
...seeks the gratification of self; Love sacrifices itself. What says Tennyson ? — ' Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might...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... | |
 | 1842 - 610 oldal
...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 chords with might...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And herwhisper throng'd my pulses with the fullness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 oldal
...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. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fullness of Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships,... | |
 | 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 oldal
...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 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 oldal
...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 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... | |
 | 1842 - 788 oldal
...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 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... | |
 | 1843 - 418 oldal
...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 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 oldal
...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 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 .And her whisper... | |
 | Catherine Grace F. Gore, Mrs. Gore (Catherine Grace Frances) - 1843 - 890 oldal
...moment, lightly shaken, run 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, passed in music oat of sight! TEKSTSON. No sooner did the picture-dealer notice the courteous familiarity with which... | |
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