 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 228написао/ла Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 231 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | 1851 - 622 страница
...enshrined so much of the deepest affection, poetry, philosophy, and godliness, rose into his mind, — " 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... | |
 | 1851 - 604 страница
...enshrined so much of the deepest affection, poetry, philosophy, and godliness, rose into his mino, — " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thonghts that arise in me. " О well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | 1851 - 612 страница
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 страница
...cold gray stones, oh 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... | |
 | Lewis Gaylord Clark - 1852 - 388 страница
...sea-shore, we know not how often, touches this chord, whose vibrations are so melodious to the soul : * 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... | |
 | Fanny Lewald - 1852 - 672 страница
...ben (Strömen: Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, o Sea! And J would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 0 well for the...fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! О well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their... | |
 | Lewis Gaylord Clark - 1852 - 350 страница
...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... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 214 страница
...hand upon your shoulder, and whisper as as the sun sets — " 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 fisher boy, That he sings in his boat on the bay, O well... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 страница
...dies away On the quiet moonlit sea : The boatman rest their oars and say Miserere Domine ! COI.ERIDGK. 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 !... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 234 страница
...dies away On the quiet moonlit sea : The boatman rest their oars and say Miserere Domine ! COLEEIDGK. 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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