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. Poems - Seite 271von Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 379 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| 1862 - 364 Seiten
...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... | |
| George Hebert - 1862 - 328 Seiten
...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... | |
| Dinah Maria Mulock Craik - 1863 - 386 Seiten
...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... | |
| Margaret Stourton (fict. name.) - 1863 - 296 Seiten
...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, which, trembling, passed in music out of sight." TENNYSoN. j|T was a December afternoon, — Christmas... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 468 Seiten
...turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love toqk_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 her whisper... | |
| James Hedderwick - 1863 - 806 Seiten
...moment lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. I т.- tciok up tho harp of Lifo, and smoto on all iU chords with might— Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd In music out of sight.' Tli ere, too, arc the sweet, artless, primitive letters hr early cirl friends. How their hand-writings... | |
| 696 Seiten
...its ardour with a chill, to put out two fingers to meet the eager grasp of the joyful hand. " Lore took up the harp 'of life, And smote on all the chords with might" But we have grown too common-place for such extravagant, exultant, unreasonable harmony ; and we must... | |
| William Howitt - 1863 - 726 Seiten
...this effect in life, but where has it been, and in so few words, so fully expressed ? " Many a morniug 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... | |
| Hannah Bradbury Goodwin - 1863 - 416 Seiten
...of those eyes that never gleamed tenderly upon the bound girl. CHAPTEE LIU. THE PAST AND PRESENT. " Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chorda with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in muaic out of sight." TEHNYSOIC.... | |
| Hippolyte Taine - 1864 - 514 Seiten
...moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp oflife, andsmoteonalltho chords with might ; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, pass'd in musiuout of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throug'd... | |
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