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" O well for the sailor lad That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! "
Poems - Страница 228
написао/ла Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - 231 страница
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Prolusiones academicæ

Cambridge univ - 1852 - 120 страница
...CAMBRIDGE COMMENCEMENT, M.DCCC.LIII. liV HERBERT JOHN REYNOLDS, SCHOLAK OP KING'S COLLEGE. WALMER CASTLE. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea, And I would that my voice could titter The thoughts that arise in me. The stately ships go on To their haven under the...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song: Selected from English and American ...

Charlotte Fiske Bates Rogé - 1832 - 882 страница
...wondered. Honor the charge they made I Honor the Light Brigade! Noble six hundred! BREAK, BREAK, BREAK. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. Oh, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at ell...
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Punch, Том 101

Henry Mayhew, Mark Lemon, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman - 1891
...1881.1 141 THE BinER CRY OF THE OUTCAST WtOlR-BOY. HIIIAK, break, break, 0 Trace, on my old top C ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me ! 0, well for the fishmonger's boy That he shrieks his two notes above A. ! 0, well ior the tailor's son That he soars...
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Poems, Том 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842
...watch me from the glen below. Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !...
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The Christian Teacher, Том 4

1842
...poem without a name ; — with which we must finish our present extracts from these volumes : — " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could alter The thoughts that arise in me. " O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister...
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Poems, Том 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 231 страница
...thy cold gray stones, 0 Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their...
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Calcutta Review, Том 31

1858
...than by the ' nameless lyrics' of Tennyson, especially his " Break, Break, Break, On thy cold grey stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845
...sour." At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, " Is there any hope ? " VOL. II. <J To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But...O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !...
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Poems, Том 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 235 страница
....watch me from the glen below. Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea...fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To...
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Poetry for Home and School ...

Anna Cabot Lowell - 1846
...the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. 34 MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.— Tennyson. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, O Sea, And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play !...
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