 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
 | Michel Midan - 2002 - Страниц: 313
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 | Margaret Moran - 2002 - Страниц: 340
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...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. O hark, 0 hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! 0 sweet and far from cliff... | |
 | Sister Miriam Joseph - 2002 - Страниц: 292
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 | Bill Moore, David Booth - 2003 - Страниц: 154
...pound of cheese) Or there could be the repetition of words, groups of words, or whole lines: Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying. Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. Alfred Lord Tennyson This little piggy went to market, This little piggy stayed home; This little piggy... | |
 | Graeme Gooday - 2004 - Страниц: 332
...1 , pp. 37-8 and 54-5. 65 In Tennyson's original, the last two lines of the first verse read: Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes dying, dying, dying. This was apparently Tennyson's rendition of the experience in Killarney in 1848 of hearing a bugle... | |
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