...! Blow ! let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle ! answer echoes, dying, dying, dying ! O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river : OUT echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle,...

...! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ! answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever — Blow, bugle,...

...hill, on field, on 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. ...

...hill, on field, on 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. ALFRED TENNYSON. THE Christians have beleaguer'd the famous walls of Xeres : Among them are Don Alvar,...

...field, on river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, hugle, hlow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. CIRCUMSTANCE.1 Two children in two neighhor villages Playing mad pranks along the heathy leas ; Two...

...! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : 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. Mr. Tennyson is not more master of iambic than of other measures. The Lord of Burleigh and Locksley...

...blowing! Blow, let us heur fhe purple glens replying ; Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky. They faint on hill...river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow fjrever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flving, And answer, echoes, answer, dying,...

...wonderful bugle-song, the idea of which is that of twin-labour and twin-fame, in a pair of lovers. Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. In the next, the memory of wife and child inspirits the soldier in the field ; in the next, the sight...

...! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky ; They faint on hill,...flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. WEEHAWKEN.— riTZ-GREEME HALLEOK Wehawken ! in thy mountain scenery yet, All we adore of nature in...

...blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill...And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying." Historical parallels are not always or entirely to be relied on; for time never accurately repeats...