...the little boat 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...

...establishment ? Would it be with her, as Tennyson describes in some of his most beautiful lines — •" 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 !" "Would marriage with her, as with Ondine, give to the...

...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, which, trembling, passed in music out of sight. Tennyson. It was a December afternoon, — Christmas...

...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...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, Many an evening...

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

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

...and romance 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...might, — Smote the chord of self, that trembling passed in music out of sight." This is the second period in the life of our imagination. But reverting...

...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...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...

...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 chorda with might, Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling pass'd in music out of sight. Many a morning...

...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...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, Many an evening...