 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
 | Amitava Kumar - 2004 - 436 страница
...a boat, near the boat a boy and a girl, and above and below the picture the following eight lines: '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!... | |
 | Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - 778 страница
...the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. EDGAR ALLAN POE AMERICAN (1809-1849) 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. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play!... | |
 | Alma Bond - 2006 - 186 страница
...perhaps she will forgive me if I quote Alfred Lord Tennyson 110 on how I feel about her leaving us: Break, Break, Break On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. Like Ted Kennedy giving the eulogy for his brother Bobby at Saint Patrick's... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - 512 страница
...time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Break, Break, Break Break, break, break On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad,... | |
 | Barbara A. Glanz - 2006 - 180 страница
...reciting this poem: Break, Break, Break by Lord Alfred Tennyson 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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