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" Love took up the glass of 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 chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music... "
LESSONS FROM MY MASTERS CARLYLE TENNYSON AND RUSKIN - Сторінка 204
автори: PETER BAYNE, M.A., LL.D - 1879
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The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Том 30

1849 - 468 стор.
...loved." Passion seeks the gratification of self; Love sacrifices itself. What says Tennyson ? — ' 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.' " " Cite proofs, and not the fictions of poetry, if you wish to convert...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 стор.
...and a light, As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northern And she turn'd — her bosom shaken with a sudden storm of sighs — All the spirit deeply...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...
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The Quarterly Review, Том 70

1842 - 788 стор.
...light, As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northern night. And she turn'd — her bosom shaken with a sudden storm of sighs — All the spirit deeply...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...
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The Quarterly Review, Том 70

William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1842 - 558 стор.
...tum'd — her bosom shaken with a sudden storm of sighs — All the spirit deeply dawning in the daii of hazel eyes — Saying, " I have hid my feelings,...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...
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The Monthly Review

1842 - 610 стор.
...heart ; and the present and the past riot within him : — Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken,...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 herwhisper...
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Christian Examiner and Theological Review, Том 33

1843 - 424 стор.
...light, As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northern night. And she turn'd — her bosom shaken with a sudden storm of sighs — All the spirit deeply...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...
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Poems, Том 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 стор.
...I have hid my feelings, fearing they should do me wrong ;" Saying, " Dost thou love me, cousin 1 " weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the...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...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 стор.
...light, As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northern night. And she turn'd — her bosom shaken with a sudden storm of sighs — All the spirit deeply...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...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 стор.
...moment, lightly shaken, 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...
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Poems, Том 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 стор.
...they should do me wrong ; " Saying, " Dost thou love me, cousin ?" weeping, " I have loved thee lohg." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his...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...
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