 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, let...  Primer First (-Fourth, Sixth) reader - Página 119de Public school series - 1874Visualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle: answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill...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,... | |
 | 430 páginas
...farther going ! Oh ! sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elunnd faintly blowing ! Blow ! let us hear the purple glens replying, — Blow, bugle ! answer, echoes ! dying, dying, dying ! The prolonged echoes of the bugle gave the idea of an organ played in a lofty-vaulted cathedral ;... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 422 páginas
...farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 páginas
...sweet and far, from cliff and scar The horns of Elf-land faintly blowing. Blow, let us hear the pnrple glens replying, Blow, bugle, 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... | |
 | 1851 - 448 páginas
...Mahometanism? Oh! believe it not. Though we may not hear them, nevertheless, we feel a conviction that " Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and tor ever." Therefore we say :— " Blow, breeze, blow, set the wild echoes flying." Set them flying,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 580 páginas
...farther going ! Oh ! sweet and far, from cliff and scar The horns of Elf-land faintly blowing. Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle, 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... | |
 | 1852 - 252 páginas
...echoes ! dying, dying, dying ! " Oh love, they die in your rich sky ! They faint on 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 páginas
...further going ! 0 sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ;...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,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1853 - 378 páginas
...farther going! Oh! sweet and far, from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing. Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle, 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... | |
 | 1853 - 448 páginas
...further going ! O sweet and far, from cliff and scar. The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill, or field or river ; Our echoes roll from soul... | |
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