 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
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 616 страница
...fled the danger, Quoth she, "The Devil take the gowe, And God forget the stranger!" TENNYSON. l!i;r\K. 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 !... | |
 | B. J. Wallace, Albert Barnes - 1858
...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 1 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | University of Cambridge. Seatonian Prize - 1859 - 351 страница
...thro' the mercy of the God of Love ! HERBERT JOHN REYNOLDS, SCHOLAB OF KINO'S COLLEOX. 1853. I'.UKAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea, And I would that my voice could utter The thoughts that arise in me. The stately ships go on To thcir haven under the hill;... | |
 | 1859
...the sea, and susceptible only of the same kind of embodiment. ' Break, break, break On thy cold grey stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.' The natural way of giving vent to a feeling of interest in a bygone time,... | |
 | 1860
...heart. " Break, break, break On thy cold gray stones, 0 sea ! And I would that my tongue could otter The thoughts that arise in me. " 0 well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at pl»j ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay I " And the stately ships go... | |
 | William Allingham - 1860 - 288 страница
...What earthly vision never saw Man's naked soul may suddenly see,. Dreadful, past thought or doubt. 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 !... | |
 | PETER BAYNE - 1860
...thy 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 the... | |
 | Walter White - 1861 - 254 страница
...over me ; and more than once I fancied the rushing wave about to overwhelm the whole margin of sand. " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me." The stars were beginning to twinkle : I had, therefore, again to leave... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861
...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... | |
 | John Brown - 1861 - 458 страница
...cold gray stones, 0 se* ! And I would that my tongue could nttef The thoughts that arise in me. " O well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play 1 0 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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