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The splendour falls on castle walls |
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And snowy summits old in story : |
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The long light shakes across the lakes, |
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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, |
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And thinner, clearer, farther going ! |
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O sweet and far from cliff and scar |
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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, |
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They faint on hill or field or river : |
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, |
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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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