Blow, Bugle Blow by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Blow, Bugle Blow
1909 – 14

The 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

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Born: 6 August 1809, Somersby, England
Nationality: English
Died: 6 October 1892, Lurgashall, England

Tennyson was a poet and the Poet Laureate during much of the reign of Queen Victoria, he remains one of the most popular British poets. Tennyson was awarded the Chancellor’s Gold Medal at Cambridge in 1829. His early poetry, with its powerful imagery and medievalism was a major influence on the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood

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