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" 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, trembling, passed in... "
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ÀúÀÚ: Arthur George F. Griffiths - 1873
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The Monthly Review

1842 - 610 ÆäÀÌÁö
...faithless mistress has blighted a noble heart ; and the present and the past riot within him : — Love took up the glass of Time, and turned 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, 2±Ç

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 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 Quarterly Review, 70±Ç

1842 - 788 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 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, 33±Ç

1843 - 418 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 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, 2±Ç

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 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 Universalist Quarterly and General Review, 4±Ç

Hosea Ballou, George Homer Emerson, Thomas Baldwin Thayer, Richard Eddy - 1847 - 444 ÆäÀÌÁö
...deceive us, there is surely before us an'era of light and love, each as the poet saw and sung when "Love took up the glass of Time, And turned it in his glowing hinds, And ev'ry mo-nent, lightly shaken, Ran itself in golden sands." when " Love took up; he harp...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 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 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 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, 2±Ç

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 ÆäÀÌÁö
...thou love me, cousin ?" weeping, " I have loved thee lohg." 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,...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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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