...turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian Aud our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips. 0 my cousin, shallow-hearted ! 0 my Amy,...

...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...ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses with the fullness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits...

...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...self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. TENHYSOlf. THE mistress of Summerwood was a living homily on the blessings of early rising. Every morning...

...State.' 3. ' Twas not for fiction chose This spot, peopling it with affection.' 4. ' Many a May-day on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her...thronged ,my pulses with the fulness of the spring.' 5 . ' And the Royal vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation fancy free.' 6. ' Break, break, break,...

...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 fulness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters d1d we watch the stately...

...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 out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper...

...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 out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper...

...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 out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper...

...It In bis glowing bands ; 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, which, trembling, passed in music out of sight.' " " O poet ! where didst learn that fallacy ? " rang...

...smote on ail the chords with might; Suiote the chord ofself, lhat, trembling, pass'd in musicoutof sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my puises with the fulness of thespring. Many an evening by the watera did we watch the stately...