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 | John Bartlett - 1874 - Страниц: 798
...on hill or 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, answer, dying, dying, dying. Ibid. Canto iii. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine... | |
 | Amusing poetry - 1874 - Страниц: 332
...hill, on field, on 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, answer, dying, dying, dying. ALFRED TENNYSON. THE Christians have beleaguer'd the famous walls of Xeres : Among them are Don Alvar,... | |
 | Public school series - 1874 - Страниц: 280
...on hill or 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, answer, dying, dying, dying. EPITAPH.— Ben Jonson, 1574—1637. UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's... | |
 | Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1874 - Страниц: 312
...on hill or 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, answer, dying, dying, dying. Alfred Tennyson. THE LOOK OF LOVE. 'Tis not the lily brow I prize, Nor roseate cheeks nor sunny eyes,... | |
 | Thomas Wadleigh Harvey - 1875 - Страниц: 348
...on hill, or 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, dying, dying, dying. LXX.—A WISH. Tennyson. MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy... | |
 | 1875 - Страниц: 448
...oa hill or 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, answer, dying, dying, dying. THE PAYS THAT ARE NO MORE. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some... | |
 | James Madison Watson - 1875 - Страниц: 486
...on hill, or 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 — dying, dying, dying! 4. The Aspirated Tone is an expulsion of the breath more or less strong — the words, or portions... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - Страниц: 292
...hill or 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, answer, dying, dying, dying. 67 IV. " THERE sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound " Said... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - Страниц: 560
...on hill or field or river : Our whoes ro11 from .sOU1 to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. RALPH WALDO EMER8ON. [U. s. A.1 THE APOLOGY. THINK me not unkind and rude, That I walk alone in grove... | |
 | 1875 - Страниц: 220
...on field, on hill and 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. THE TBUE SAVIOUBS. JOHN SERGEANT. [Deliver in a manly and heroic manner. ] It has been maintained that... | |
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