 Love took up the glass of 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 chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, pass'd in music...  The British Quarterly Review - Seite 3961875Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 1842 - 788 Seiten
...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...pulses with the fulness of the Spring. Many an evening hy the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 Seiten
...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...ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fullness of Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 Seiten
...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...spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. 0 my cousin, shallow-hearted ! 0 my Amy, mine no more ! O the dreary, dreary moorland ! O the barren,... | |
 | 1842 - 610 Seiten
...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 the fullness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we... | |
 | 1843 - 418 Seiten
...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...ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fullness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 Seiten
...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 throng'd my pulses with the fullness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 Seiten
...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...spring. Many an .evening by the waters did we watch the stalely ships. And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. 0 my cousin, shallow-hearted... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 Seiten
...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 fulness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 Seiten
...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...rush'd together at the touching of the lips. O my cousin, shallow-hearted ! O my Amy, mine no more ! O the dreary, dreary moorland ! O the barren, barren... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 Seiten
...of Life, and smote on aH the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland...rush'd together at the touching of the lips. O my cousin, shallow-hearted ! O my Amy, mine no more ! Oh the dreary, dreary moorland ! Oh the barren.... | |
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