 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.  Papers - Page 467de Browning Society (London, England) - 1881Affichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | Charles Mackay - 1857 - 334 pages
...dying, dying, dying, Oh, 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, blow ; set the wild echoes flying ; And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. ... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1859 - 432 pages
...well-known 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 for ever and for ever. In the next, the memory of wife and child inspirits the soldier in the field; in the next, the sight... | |
 | George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray - 1868 - 796 pages
...stanza of it : — O love, they die, in yon rich sky, They faint on hill, and field, and river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. 'Who can even imagine a stanza like this being sung by a country girl, while spreading her webs to... | |
 | George Vandenhoff - 1862 - 382 pages
...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, blow ! set the wild echoes flying — And answer echoes answer: dying, dying, dying!... | |
 | James Fleming - 1863 - 404 pages
...echoes, dying, dying, dying. 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. A.... | |
 | James Madison Watson - 1864 - 434 pages
...from cliff and scar, 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!... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1866 - 222 pages
...echoes, dying, dying, dying. 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. IV.... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 pages
...Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 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. A.... | |
 | Eleanor Frances Le Fanu - 1867 - 330 pages
...is a posthumous fame; but it is the way of all things ; we must only be content to feel that " our echoes roll from soul to soul, and grow for ever and for ever," and labour accordingly; for after all it is something to be remembered, something to be one singled... | |
 | 1868 - 850 pages
...stanza of it : — О love, they die, in yon rich sky, They faint on hill, and field, and river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Who can even im-iginn a stinza like this being sung by a country girl, while spreading lier webs to... | |
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