...blowing ! Blow, let ushearthepurplcglensreply ing: 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...

...and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying,...field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, GRAY. 1810PROFESSOR ASA GRAY, the eminent botanist, was born in Paris, Oneida County, New York, November...

...and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying,...flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. A. Tennyson. ECHOES. How sweet the answer Echo makes To Music at night When, roused by lute or horn,...

...far from clitT and -scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying,...flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. THERE sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound ' Said Ida ; '...

...hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going; O sweet and far, from cliff and scar, O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill...flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. " ASK ME NO MORE." ASK me no more : the moon may draw the sea; The cloud may stoop from heaven and...

...and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying ; Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying,...ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow ; set the wild echoas flying ; And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. Alfred Tennyson. XX. THE LOOK OF LOVE....

...echoes — dying, dying, dyin-r ! l EVENING. 101 О love, they die in yon rich sky ; They faint on bill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul,...And answer, echoes, answer — dying, dying, dying! ALFRED ТКЯНТ8<Ж. THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice ! thou That cool'st...

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