 0 love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint 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. —ALFRED, LORD...  A Reader for the First - Eighth Grades - Página 34por Clarence Franklin Carroll, Sarah Catherine Brooks - 1911Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 422 páginas
...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. IT. ' THEBE sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida;... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1851 - 332 páginas
...field, on river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, Bugle Mow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes answer, dying, dying, dying. THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY RBPBRBNCB DEPARTMENT Thii book is under no circumstance* to be taken from... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 páginas
...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 to soul And grow...flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. It is like a descent from Fairyland to the wild stormy ocean, to turn from the dying falls of Mr. Tennyson's... | |
 | 1853 - 448 páginas
...blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill,...grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wide echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying." k. 18. Passages from the History... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 200 páginas
...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. IT. ' THEBE sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound ' Said Ida;... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1853 - 378 páginas
...on 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. It is like a descent from Fairyland to the wild stormy ocean, to turn from the dying falls of Mr. Tennyson's... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1854 - 296 páginas
...let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. ' O lore, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill, or field...grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wide echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.' The youngest went first ; innocence... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 216 páginas
...blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or 6eld or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow,... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 páginas
...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...flying, And answer, echoes, answer dying, dying, dying. SONG. ALFRED TENNYSON. Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow... | |
 | 1856 - 482 páginas
...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...flying, And answer, echoes, answer dying, dying, dying. SONG. ALFRED TENNYSON. Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow... | |
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