...clearer, farther going! Oh, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow,...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,...

...following Spring revive the ashes of the urn 1" . . But onr poet vindicates the eternal in humanity : — " O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill...And answer, echoes, answer, Dying, dying, dying." Is not this a new form to tht thought — a form which makes'-us feel the truth And the gross matter...

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...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...flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. IV. ' THERE sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida...

...clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow,...flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. IT. ' THESE sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound ' Said Ida...

...answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. Oh love, they die in 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. ' THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY RBPBRBNCB DEPARTMENT Thii book is under no circumstance* to be taken...

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...clearer, further going ! O sweet and far, from cliff and scar. The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow,...river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wide echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying,...

...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. It is like a descent from Fairyland to the wild stormy ocean, to turn from the dying falls of Mr. Tennyson's...

...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. CIRCUMSTANCE.1 TENNYSON. [VICTORIA, It is difficult to make selections from the " IN MEMORIAM," that...