...PAGES OF THIS STOET, I NOW DEDICATE IT, IN MEMORY OF THE DATS WHEN IT WAS IN COURSE OF COMPLETION. 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 TEJWYSON. Einen einz'gen vollen Becher Ohne Wermuth schenk' mir ein Einmal,...

...for a moment in the shadowy room, and the sound of a woman's short, quick, gasping sob ; then Eleanor Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. " I will go," she breathed, and with a sudden movement cast herself upon Aunt Tryphena's neck, and...

...thought ; " happiness that will draw her out of self — ' Lore took up the harp of life, and emote on all the chords with might, Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.' Yes, that is it. I have remembered those words ever since she read them...

...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...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 ships, And our spirits...

...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...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 ships, And our spirits...

...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...ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fulness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters d1d we watch the stately ships, And our spirits...

...Time, nnd 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...of sight Many a morning on the moorland did we hear tho copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fulness of the Spring Many an evening...

...time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian 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...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...with might, Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. TENHYSOlf. THE mistress of Summerwood was a living homily on the blessings...