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

...love me, cousin ? " weeping, " I have loved thee long." 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, Many an evening...

...in the assurance of this conquest of smiles and tears. " 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." If the transfusion of one's-self into that of another which constitutes...

...in the assurance of this conquest of smiles and tears. " 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." If the transfusion of one's-self into that of another which constitutes...

...and, " My cousin Amy," is a fair type of her sex : — "Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands, Every moment, lightly shaken,...Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chorda with might, Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling pass'd in music out of sight. Many a morning...

...and romance will be reopened to him, till at length the poetry of passion rises in his own heart : " 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." This is the second period in the life of our imagination. But reverting...

...love me, cousin V " weeping, " I have loved thee long." 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, Many an evening...

...brings the hero out free from whatever form of selfishness or error originally beset him. It is as if " Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might, Smote on the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight." Every reader can at once discover...

...glowing heart of an English summerfcide, where, by "the loveliest margin of England's loveliest river," " Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands, And every moment lightly shaken ran itself in golden sands." CHAPTER XIX. THE CLOSING CHAPTER. Farewell...

...winning, dear James, if she could say that." CHAPTER IV. " Love took up the glass of time and turned it in his glowing hands. Every moment ; lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands." THE day after the dance at Mrs. Ferris's, Eleanor wandered about wearied and listless, listening eagerly...