 Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.  Home and Social Philosophy: Or, Chapters on Every-day Topics - Seite 215herausgegeben von - 1852 - 498 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Philip Lawrence - 1870 - 395 Seiten
...echoes, dying, dying, dying. 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 INQUIRY. TELL me, ye winged winds, that round my pathway roar, Do ye not know some spot where mortals... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1870 - 480 Seiten
...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 ! II. THE AGE OF PROGRESS. CHARLES 6OMHEK. 1. THE age of chivalry has gone. An age of humanity has... | |
 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1871 - 608 Seiten
...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. HOME they brought her warrior dead : She nor swooned, nor uttered cry ; All her maidens, watching,... | |
 | Asahel Clark Kendrick - 1871 - 449 Seiten
...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 TENNYSON. Song of the Stars. ~\ ~\ 7"HEN the radiant morn of creation broke, • * And the world... | |
 | 1871
...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. TEARS, IDLE TEARS. TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872
...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. IV. HERE sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound " Said Ida... | |
 | Lewis Baxter Monroe - 1872 - 408 Seiten
...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 ! UN— SUPPOSED SPEECH OF JOHN ADAMS. SINK or swim, live or die, survive or perish, I give my hand... | |
 | Anna Randall Diehl - 1872 - 430 Seiten
...on field, on hill, on 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. BollOalL " Corporal Green I" the Orderly cried ; "HereI" was the answer, loud and clear From the lips... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1872 - 558 Seiten
...on hill, on field, on river; Onr 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. It is like a descent from Fairyland to the wild stormy ocean, to turn from the dying falls of Mr. Tennyson's... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 157 Seiten
...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. ' TEARS, IDLE TEARS, I KNOW NOT WHAT THEY MEAN.' S||EARS, idle tears, I know not what they \n(?t mean,... | |
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