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" 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. "
DE VANE: A Story of PLEBEIANS AND PATRICIANS. - Pagina 486
door HON. HENRY W. HILLIARD - 1865
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The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volume 30

1849
...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...self, that trembling passed in music out of sight.' " " Cite proofs, and not the fictions of poetry, if you wish to convert me, Mr. Dundas. I could as...
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The Monthly Review

1842
...the past riot within him : — Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden...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...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 231 pagina’s
...weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden...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...
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The Quarterly Review

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
...weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden...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...
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The Quarterly Review, Volume 70

1842
...weeping, " I have loved thee long.' ' Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden...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...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843
...weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden...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...
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The Christian Examiner

1843
...weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden...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...
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The money lender

Catherine Grace F. Gore - 1843
...Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands, Erery moment, lightly shaken, run itself in golden sands; Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all its chords •with might— Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music oat of sight!...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845
...weeping, "I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden...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...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 504 pagina’s
...weeping, " I have loved thee long." 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 ill the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight....
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