 O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint 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.  Select Readings and Recitations - الصفحة 211897 - عدد الصفحات: 318عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | 1867 - عدد الصفحات: 796
...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...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,... | |
 | 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 846
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 | عدد الصفحات: 430
...And thinner, clearer, farther going ! Oh ! sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elunnd faintly blowing ! Blow ! let us hear the purple glens...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 - 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 196
...clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! 0 sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens...Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 0 love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 422
...clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens...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,... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 350
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 | 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 252
...clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going 1 Oh sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow ! let us hear the purple glens...Blow, bugle ! answer, echoes ! dying, dying, dying ! " Oh love, they die in your rich sky ! They faint on hill, on field, on river : Our echoes roll from... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 580
...And thinner clearer, 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... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 642
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