| 1849 - 468 Seiten
...loved." Passion seeks the gratification 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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 Seiten
...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...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... | |
| 1842 - 788 Seiten
...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...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... | |
| 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
...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...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... | |
| 1842 - 610 Seiten
...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...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... | |
| 1843 - 424 Seiten
...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...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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 Seiten
...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...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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 Seiten
...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...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... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 Seiten
...moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of 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 did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 Seiten
...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...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... | |
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