...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...love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow,...

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...And thinner, clearer, farther going ! Oh ! sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elunnd faintly blowing ! Blow ! let us hear the purple glens...Blow, bugle ! answer, echoes ! dying, dying, dying ! The prolonged echoes of the bugle gave the idea of an organ played in a lofty-vaulted cathedral ;...

...echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, 0 hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! 0 sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland...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...

...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...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,...

...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...replying, Blow Bugle, answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. Oh love, they die in yon rich sky! They faint on hill, on field, on river; Our echoes roll from soul...

...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 Elf-land faintly blowing. Blow, let us hear the pnrple glens replying, Blow, bugle, answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. 0 love, they die on yon rich...

...dying, dying, dying 1 " Oh hark ! oh hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going 1 Oh sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland...Blow, bugle ! answer, echoes ! dying, dying, dying ! " Oh love, they die in your rich sky ! They faint on hill, on field, on river : Our echoes roll from...

...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 Elf-land...replying, Blow, bugle, answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. 0 love, they die on yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river ; Our echoes roll from soul...