 | 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 páginas
...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...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 páginas
...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...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 - 1842 - 252 páginas
...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...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 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | 1843 - 424 páginas
...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...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.) - 1845 - 510 páginas
...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...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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...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 - 1846 - 540 páginas
...moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden : sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on aH 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... | |
 | Anna Atkins - 1852 - 912 páginas
...Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands, Ev'ry moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands; Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the...Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight." With the impression that one formed to ornament and enjoy society should not be withdrawn from it,... | |
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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, pass'd in music out of sight. 
