...dying, dying, dying. Oh, hark, oh, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! Oh, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland...river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer echoes, answer, dying,...

...awaken the echoes, which were certainly very fine, rolling away up the rocks, and dying in the distance: O hark! O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer,...purple glens replying — Blow, bugle! answer, echoes! dring, dying, dying! The prolonged echoes of the bugle gave the idea of an organ played in a lofty...

...answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark ! O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, further going ! O sweet and far, from cliff and scar. The...river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wide echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying,...

...dying, dying, dying. Oh, hark ! oh, hear ! how thin and clear And thinner, clearer, farther going! Oh! sweet and far, from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland...answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die on yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul And grow...

...bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 0 hark, 0 hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther...Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 0 love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul...

...dying, dying, dying. Oh hark ! oh hear ! now thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! Oh ! sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elf-land...answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. O Love, they die on yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow...

...church-yard sighs. Come, Jesus, come ! we wait for thee, — Thine now and ever let us be. THE splendor falls on castle walls, And snowy summits old in story...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,...

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...going; O sweet and far, from cliff mid scar, The horns of Klfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us heur fhe purple glens replying ; Blow, bugle; answer, echoes,...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,...

...reproduce sounds are not of course so common, but not less striking. A single example will suffice. " Blow, bugle. blow, set the wild echoes flying ; Blow, bugle...Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying." Byron, when dealing with scenery, gives you, with great force and spirit, the most ordinary commonplace...