 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,...  Exercises in Grammatical Analysis - Page 124by Edward Thring - 1868 - 224 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Charles Dickens - Household words - 1853 - 504 pages
...clearer, farther going 1 Oh sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing I Blow ! let us hear the purple glens replying — 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... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - American essays - 1854 - 296 pages
...clear, And thinner, clearer, further going! 0 sweet and far, from cliff and star, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens...Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. ' O lore, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill, or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1854 - 482 pages
...And thinner, clearer, farther going ! Oil ! 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. () Love, they die on yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river ; Our echoes roll from soul... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - American essays - 1854 - 304 pages
...clearer, further going I 0 sweet and far, from cliff and star, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing 1 Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: 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 (1st baron.) - 1855 - 164 pages
...! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying 0 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,... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1855 - 510 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1855 - 580 pages
...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... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - Periodicals - 1855 - 522 pages
...clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and sear, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens...Blow, bugle, answer echoes, dying, dying, dying." Byron, when dealing with scenery, gives you, with great force and spirit, the most ordinary common-place... | |
 | English poetry - 1856 - 754 pages
...rein, Unb ffinet, fjetlei. meitet btingenb ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens...love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever — Blow, bugle,... | |
 | Matthew Simpson - American poetry - 1856 - 254 pages
...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...love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river : OUT echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle,... | |
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