 ... the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. 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...  English Poetry of the Nineteenth Century: A Connected Representation of ... - Seite 320herausgegeben von - 1923 - 825 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1896 - 206 Seiten
...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,...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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1896 - 210 Seiten
...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,...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,... | |
 | John Piersol McCaskey - 1897 - 592 Seiten
...clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far, from clifl and scar The horns of Elfland faii.tly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow,...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,... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, George Henry Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne - 1897 - 684 Seiten
...clearer, 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,...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,... | |
 | William Wilfred Birdsall, Rufus Matthew Jones - 1897 - 602 Seiten
...clearer, 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...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,... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1897 - 666 Seiten
...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,...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,... | |
 | 1897 - 328 Seiten
...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,...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,... | |
 | Augustus Hopkins Strong - 1897 - 566 Seiten
...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,...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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1897 - 248 Seiten
...clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing I Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying ; Blow,...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,... | |
 | Thomas West Smith - 1897 - 440 Seiten
...clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far, from cliff and scaur, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow ! let us hear the purple glens replying Blow,...field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, THE BUGLEIS REVEILLE. Out of my brazen throat each morn I sound the call at the break of day. And my... | |
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