 Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying. Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow,...  The princess - Side 74af Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1865Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1867 - 796 sider
...following Spring revive the ashes of the urn 1" . . But onr poet vindicates the eternal in humanity : — " O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill...And answer, echoes, answer, Dying, dying, dying." Is not this a new form to tht thought — a form which makes'-us feel the truth And the gross matter... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1851 - 332 sider
...answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. Oh love, they die in yon rich sky! They faint on hill, on field, on river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow...flying, And answer, echoes answer, dying, dying, dying. ' THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY RBPBRBNCB DEPARTMENT Thii book is under no circumstance* to be taken... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 sider
...on hill, on field, on river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul And grow forever and forever. . Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. It is like a descent from Fairyland to the wild stormy ocean, to turn from the dying falls of Mr. Tennyson's... | |
 | 1852 - 252 sider
...hill, on field, on river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever, and for ever 1 Blow, bugle, blow ! set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer ! dying, dying, dying !" These echoes will " roll from soul to soul" long after we have ceased to hear them. We have seen... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1853 - 378 sider
...answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die on yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul And grow...And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. It is like a descent from Fairyland to the wild stormy ocean, to turn from the dying falls of Mr. Tennyson's... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1853 - 800 sider
...answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. 0 love, they die on yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow...flying, And answer echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. CIRCUMSTANCE.1 TENNYSON. [VICTORIA, It is difficult to make selections from the " IN MEMORIAM," that... | |
 | John Sullivan Dwight - 1853 - 424 sider
...echoes ! dying, dying, dying ! Oh love, they die in yon rich sky ! They faint on hill, on field, on river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow...bugle, blow ! set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes^onswer ! dying, dying, dying ! CLASSIC AND OPERATIC MUSIC, OB The Contrapuntists and the Melodists.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 sider
...on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. IV. " THERE sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound," Said Ida... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1853 - 504 sider
...on river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever, and for ever 1 Blow, bugle, blow 1 set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer ! dying, dying, dying !" These echoes will " roll from soul to soul" long after we have ceased to hear them. We have seen... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 482 sider
...on hill, on field, on river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow ; set the wild echoes flying. And answer, echoes, answer dying, dying, dying. ALFBKD TE SONG. Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's... | |
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