 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
 | Alexander Ronald Grant - 1870
...of His glory see. BISHOP COXE. BREAK, BREAK, BREAK. 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 1 0 well for the sailor lad That he sings in his boat on the bay I And the stately ships go on To their... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 246 страница
...forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn. And round again to happy night. BEEAB, 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 shonts with his sister at play:... | |
 | 1870
...Laureate's which appears without a title, and is as follows : — "Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. " О well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | 1871
...out the darkness of the land, 20 BREAK, BREAK, BREAK. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray 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, And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But 0 for... | |
 | Asahel Clark Kendrick - 1871 - 449 страница
...such glare, but bright the gloom Around the funeral pile. JOHN GC BRAINARD. "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 !... | |
 | Asahel Clark Kendrick - 1871 - 449 страница
...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 the bay ! And the stately ships go on, To... | |
 | 1871
...The first poem I shall take in illustration is well known : " 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 w«ll for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - 1872 - 160 страница
...portion with the great and brave, And unknown in thy lowly grave: 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 !... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 157 страница
...light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. 'BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.' REAK, 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 !... | |
 | 1872 - 160 страница
...dying notes complain Of slighted vows and cold disdain. 153 MATTHEW PRIOR . , BREAK, BREAK, BREAK! BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could uttei The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister... | |
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