 | Emma Wolf - 2002 - Страниц: 280
...echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of...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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 2003 - Страниц: 60
...echoes, dying, dying, dying. 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...glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dvin^, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, Thev faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll... | |
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O sweet 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, dying. 
