 Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.  Home and Social Philosophy: Or, Chapters on Every-day Topics - Side 2151852Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1867 - 796 sider
...on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying ; 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 196 sider
...on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. 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 Mackay - 1851 - 332 sider
...hill, on field, on river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, Bugle blow, set the wild echoes 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... | |
 | 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 Dexter Cleveland - 1853 - 800 sider
...hill, on field, on river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. CIRCUMSTANCE.1 TENNYSON. [VICTORIA, It is difficult to make selections from the " IN MEMORIAM," that... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 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. ALFUED TENKTSON. SONG. Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 478 sider
...on field, on river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, lmgle, blow : set the wild echoes flying. And answer, echoes, answer dying, dying, dying. • A7.FRED TENNYSON. SONG. Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By... | |
 | 1856 - 704 sider
...hill, or field, or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever : Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying! ' , (£. /„) March, ISM. THE DRUMMER S BRIDE. • IIOLLOW-eyed and pale At the window of a jail,... | |
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