The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. The National Review - Стр. 103редактор(ы): - 1860Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
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...summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. (11. 1-6) And the second stanza has the lines that appealed so much to Montgomery and to Emily: 'O,... | |
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