Then the old bard struck the strings of his harp, and sang of the youthful courage of the hero, of the strength of the man, and of the greatness of his good deeds.
But who touches the strings?
A gust of wind rushed between the hills, hurling the particles of sand high into the air; another gust, and the strings of fish hung up to dry flapped and beat violently against the walls of the cottage; then everything was quiet once more, and the sun shone with renewed heat.
It seemed not only the strings, but every part of the instrument from which these sounds were produced.
One let his pinions glide over the strings of the golden harp, and it resounded through the North.
Slowly, a few strings of the net broke off.
I watched Ray's fingers dance across the strings as if they were himself, running free.
