The splendour 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.
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O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, |
And thinner, 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
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Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying,
dying.
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O love, they die in yon rich sky, |
They faint 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.
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Alfred, Lord
Tennyson | Classic
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[ The Brook ] [ Blow, Bugle, Blow ] [ Come into the garden Maud ] [ Tithonus ] [ Ulysses ] [ Tears, Idle Tears ] [ The Lady of Shalott ] [ Song of the Lotus-Eaters ] [ The Charge of the Light Brigade ] [ In the Valley of Cauteretz ] [ In Memoriam ] [ The Eagle ] |
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