“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.”
Quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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“I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.”
“And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.”
“A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.”
“I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.”
“Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.”
