...the 'Princess? To make amends for our our own unskilful notes, we will cite the closing stanza : ' 0 LOVE, they die in yon rich sky : They faint on hill,...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,...

...! 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...replying, Blow, bugle ! answer echoes, dying, dying, dying ! O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river : OUT echoes roll from soul...

...'. ttiie \jtU unb rein, Unb ffinet, fjetlei. meitet btingenb ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us...Blow, bugle ! answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river : Our echoes roll from soul...

...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 purple glens...replying, Blow, bugle, 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...

...how thin and clear, — And thinner, clearer, farther going : O swett and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us...! Blow bugle, answer echoes, dying, dying, dying." WILL philosophers deign to wander for a few moments in the very shadowy and undefined regions of fairy-land...

...! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, forther going ; Oh, sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us...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...

...how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ; Oh ! sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing. Blow, let us...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...

...blowing! Blow, let us heur fhe purple glens replying ; Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky. They faint on hill...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,...

...clear; And thinner, clearer, farther going. O, sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elf-laud faintly blowing. Blow ! let us hear the purple glens...replying. Blow, bugle ; answer echoes, dying, dying, dying ! " Indeed, you would suppose that Tennyson must have written this heart-stirring song at Killarney,...

...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...Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying." Byron, when dealing with scenery, gives you, with great force and spirit, the most ordinary commonplace...