 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 páginas
...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, 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
...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, 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
...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, 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
...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, 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
...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, 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
...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
...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, 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
...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
...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, pass'd in music out of sight." With the impression that one formed to ornament and enjoy society should not be withdrawn from it,... | |
 | Caroline Grautoff - 1854 - 332 páginas
...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, pass'd in music out of sight. TENNYSON. Janet walked straight up stairs into her bed-room; by the time she reached it, she could... | |
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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. 
