...we see this effect in life, but where ever has it been, and in so few words, so fully expressed 1 " Many a. morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses with the feelings of the spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the...

...love me, cousin ?" weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up thte glass of Time, and turned it in his Love took up the harp of Life, and smote...with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper...

...love me, cousin ? " weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his Love took up the harp of Life, and smote...might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring. And her whisper...

...others, which throws a spell of enchant« ment over them.- In her the song of the poet is realized : " Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the...with might, Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight." The celebrated WILLIAM WIRT, in a letter to his daughter, discourses...

...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 With the impression that one formed to ornament and enjoy society should not be withdrawn from it,...

...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...Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling pass'd in magic out of sight. TENNISOS. OUR story opens in an upper chamber of a spacious gothic mansion, at...

...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...with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper...

...love me, cousin ? " weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his Love took up the harp of Life, and smote...might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper...

...with a decoction of bitter herbs from the waste garden of her heart. With her it was sorrow that ' 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.' Into the joys and hopes of others she threw her spirit ; for others...

...Time, and turn'd it iu 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." Mornings of love, — days of love musing, — nights of dream inglove, rarely continue unnoticed by...