 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 Baron Tennyson - 1843 - 231 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | David Masson - 1856 - 475 страница
...modern and more cultured poets. Thus Tennyson : — " Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, 0 sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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 their haven under... | |
 | David Masson - 1856 - 475 страница
...modern and more cultured poets. Thus Tennyson : — " Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, 0 sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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... | |
 | 1856 - 735 страница
...fdiivinbtt mit bt$ 93aumc^ 3aOt, — jd) abtt b«t)*' im (ili'gtn ubtt Slttt." 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 !... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 379 страница
...forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. BBEAK, 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!... | |
 | Henry Pitman
...br t' c pkasam shore, And in the hearing of t And again — " Break, break, break On thy cold grey stones, O Sea, And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But, oh ! for... | |
 | 1902
...swimming up from the south with the odor of the northeast trades yet in their sails. And it 's " O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! " for the schooners of Chatham and Gloucester still scatter their dories above the mighty submarine... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 360 страница
...thy cold gray stones, 0 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 play ! Oh well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stateiy snips go on To... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 379 страница
...rise To glass herself in dewy eyes That watch me from the glen below. Ah, bear me with thee, smoothly borne, Dip forward under starry light, And move me...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 !... | |
 | 1858
...the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. 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 !... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1858 - 411 страница
...obviously belonging to the same subject, written perhaps on the heights of the Bristol Channel : " 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 play... | |
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