One of them was Tennyson and I have learned The Bugle Song off by heart so I will always have it.
Emily always knew when Teddy was coming, for when he reached the old orchard he whistled his "call"—the one he used just for her—a funny, dear little call, like three clear bird notes, the first just medium pitch, the second higher, the third dropping away into lowness and sweetness long-drawn-out—like the echoes in the Bugle Song that went clearer and further in their dying.
And certainly Rhoda Stuart and Dot Payne compared to Ilse were "as moonlight unto sunlight and as water unto wine"—or would have been if Emily had as yet known anything more of her Tennyson than the Bugle Song.
That was the day, the ill-starred day, when Miss Brownell elected to show the fifth class, by example as well as precept, how the Bugle Song should be read.
No one guessed the quiet pleasure that lay hidden in her heart when she watched the girl's dark head bent over her lessons at night, nor dreamed of her joy in, certain quiet evenings when Miranda went to prayer meeting; evenings when Rebecca would read aloud Hiawatha or Barbara Frietchie, The Bugle Song, or The Brook.
Drum, trumpet, bugle, had uttered their clangour, and were forgotten; with pencil-ray she wrote on heaven and on earth records for archives everlasting.
ON THE BORDER Zhang Qiao Though a bugle breaks the crystal air of autumn, Soldiers, in the look-out, watch at ease today The spring wind blowing across green graves And the pale sun setting beyond Liangzhou.
,; Rise up -for you the flag is flung -for you the bugle trills, ,,: For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores crowding, ,——,; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turing; ,,; Here, Captain!
Then she heard the bugle sounding through the water, and thought—"He is certainly sailing above, he on whom my wishes depend, and in whose hands I should like to place the happiness of my life.
