The splendour falls on castle wallsAnd 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 scarThe … Continue reading “Blow, Bugle, Blow by Alfred Lord Tennyson Line by Line Explantion