 Love took up the glass of 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, that, trembling, passed in...  Poems - Page 37by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 261 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...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...Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. As the husband is, the wife is : thou art mated with a clown, And the grossness of his nature will... | |
 | Fashion - 1849 - 468 pages
...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... | |
 | Books - 1842 - 610 pages
...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...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And herwhisper throng'd my pulses with the fullness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pages
...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 all the...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... | |
 | 1842 - 788 pages
...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 all the...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... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1842 - 558 pages
...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 all the...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 pages
...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 throng'd my pulses with the fullness of Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...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 all the...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... | |
 | Theology - 1843 - 424 pages
...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 all the...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... | |
 | Unitarianism - 1843 - 418 pages
...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 fullness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the... | |
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