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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... "
Mary Bertrand - Page 54
by Francis Meredith - 1860
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The Quarterly Review, Volume 70

1842 - 788 pages
...they should do me wrong;" Saying, " Dost thou love me, cousin ?" weeping, " I have loved thee long.' ' Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his...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,...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pages
...should do me wrong ; " Saying, " Dost thou love me, cousin } " weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his...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,...
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The Monthly Review

1842 - 610 pages
...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, 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,...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...they should do me wrong ;" Saying, " Dost thou love me, cousin 1 " weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his...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,...
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Christian Examiner and Theological Review, Volume 33

1843 - 424 pages
...should do me wrong ; " Saying, " Dost thou love me, cousin ? " weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his...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,...
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The Money-lender, Volume 1

Catherine Grace F. Gore, Mrs. Gore (Catherine Grace Frances) - 1843 - 890 pages
...li.i nt "I )!• . in. . 1 ...:.-.• i,: I j' t I'llII l-«. ' . -i| • J-., • -. CHAPTER VIII. Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands, Erery moment, lightly shaken, run itself in golden sands; Love took up the harp of life, and smote...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...they should do me wrong ;" Saying, "Dost thou love me, cousin?" weeping, "I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his...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,...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pages
...they should do me wrong;" Saying, " Dost thou love me, cousin ?" weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his...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,...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 pages
...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...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,...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pages
...thou love me, cousin ?" weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and tam'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 aH the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that,...
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