 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 us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love,...  Cyr's Fourth Reader - Стр. 329авторы: Ellen M. Cyr - 1899 - Страниц: 388Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1867 - Страниц: 796
...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... | |
 | Robert Bailey Thomas - 1893 - Страниц: 618
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 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - Страниц: 196
...echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, 0 hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! 0 sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - Страниц: 422
...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...flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. IT. ' THESE sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound ' Said Ida... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1851 - Страниц: 332
...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 - Страниц: 592
...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 - Страниц: 350
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 | Charles Dickens - 1852 - Страниц: 642
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 | 1852 - Страниц: 252
...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 - Страниц: 378
...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...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... | |
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