 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 страница
...thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At... | |
 | 1842 - 538 страница
...— " 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...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! " Break, break, break,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 страница
...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...fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | 1858 - 598 страница
...ever." We cannot better illustrate this than by the ' nameless lyrics' of Tennyson, especially his " Break, Break, Break, On thy cold grey stones, O Sea...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 страница
...move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish 'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 страница
...with thee, lightly bome, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray atones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish 'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break,... | |
 | 1846 - 436 страница
...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...his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To the haven under the hill ; But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 страница
...thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 0 well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 страница
...thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To the haven under the hill ; But oh for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is... | |
 | 1851 - 622 страница
...cold gray stones, O sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. " 0 well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his...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. " Break, break, break,... | |
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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 ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on... 
