 Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.  The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry - 168. oldalszerző: Thomas Starr King - 1864 - 424 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1867 - 796 oldal
...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 by a... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 196 oldal
...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 oldal
...rich sky, They faint 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... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1851 - 332 oldal
...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... | |
 | 1852 - 252 oldal
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 oldal
...rich sky, They faint 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 oldal
...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1853 - 378 oldal
...on 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. It is like a descent from Fairyland to the wild stormy ocean, to turn from the dying falls of Mr. Tennyson's... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1853 - 504 oldal
...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 oldal
...rich sky, They faint 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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