...floated idly under the shadow of the Righi. CHAPTER XII. THE MEETING OF THE WATERS. " Love took up the Harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, which trembling, passed in music out of sight." LOCKSLEY HALL. ON a bright May morning, a solitary...

...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...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rushed together at the...

...will be reopened to him, till at length the poetry of passion rises in his own heart : " Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with...self, that trembling passed in music out of sight." This is the second period in the life of our imagination. But reverting to earlier years, it is apparent...

...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...Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight." If the transfusion of one's-self into that of another which constitutes the inexplicable mystery of...

...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...Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight." If the transfusion of one's-self into that of another which constitutes the inexplicable mystery of...

...harp of Life, and smote on all the chorda 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 fulness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately...

...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...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rushed together at the...

...they should do me wrong," Saying, " Dost thou love me, cousin P" weeping, " I have loved thee long." Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses...an evening by the waters did we watch the stately And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips. ALFRED TENNYSON. EDIE'S education proceeded...

...out free from whatever form of selfishness or error originally beset him. It is as if " Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might, Smote on the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight." Every reader can at once discover...

...touch to admiration, gratitude, and interest, which converts them into love ; that touch which struck ' The chord of self, that trembling Passed in music out of sight,' that touch which, though soft in itself, yet like the drops of rain that wears channels in the hardest...