| 1849 - 468 Seiten
...of self; Love sacrifices itself. What says Tennyson ? — ' 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.' " " Cite proofs, and not the fictions of poetry, if you wish to convert me, Mr. Dundas. I could as... | |
| 1842 - 610 Seiten
...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 out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And herwhisper throng'd my pulses with... | |
| 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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 Seiten
...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 - 1846 - 254 Seiten
...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... | |
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