...and romance will be reopened to him, till at length the poetry of passion rises in his own heart : " 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." This is the second period in the life of our imagination. But reverting...

...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." If the transfusion of one's-self into that of another which constitutes...

...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 her whisper...

...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." If the transfusion of one's-self into that of another which constitutes...

...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, Many an evening...

...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 chorda with might, Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling pass'd in music out of sight. Many a morning...

...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, Many an evening...

...brings the hero out free from whatever form of selfishness or error originally beset him. It is as if " Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might, Smote on the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight." Every reader can at once discover...

...they should do me wrong," Saying, " Dost thou love me, cousin P" weeping, " I have loved thee long." Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses with the fulness of the spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately...

...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. TENNYSON. THE mistress of Summerwood was a living homily on the blessings...