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Blow Bugle Blow

HE splendour falls on castle walls   And snowy summits old in story:   The long light shakes across the lakes,   And the wild cataract leaps in glory.

Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,

Blow, bugle; answer, 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 faintly 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 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.

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Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson FRS (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was a British poet. He was the Poet Laureate during much of Queen Victo…

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