 “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 forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.” - Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) 1st Baron Tennyson English, most famous poet of theVictorian age.  Email this quote to a friend!If there is an error in this quote please let us know.
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