...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...

...Dost thou love me, cousin ?" weeping, " I have loved thee long.' ' Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly...sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fulness of the Spring. Many an evening...

...Dost thou love me, cousin ?" weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly...sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fullness of Many an evening by the waters...

...Dost thou love me, cousin ?" weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly...sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fulness of the Spring. Many an evening...

...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...

...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 glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly...sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses .And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fullness of the Spring. Many an evening by...

...Dost thou love me, cousin ? " weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly...of sight Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fullness of the Spring. Many an evening...

...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 on all its chords •with might— Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music oat of sight!...

..."Dost thou love me, cousin?" weeping, "I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly...sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng 'd my pulses with the fulness of the Spring. Many an evening...

...Dost thou love me, cousin ?" weeping, " I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly...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....