 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
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 186 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 - 188 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... | |
 | 1872 - 184 страница
...notes complain Of slighted vows and cold disdain. MATTHEW Pmoit I.-,;] BREAK, BREAK, BREAK I BRKAK, 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... | |
 | Anna Randall Diehl - 1872 - 460 страница
...thy cold gray stones, O Sea I 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 I O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay I And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1873 - 400 страница
...cold gray stones, 0 Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 2. 0, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! 0, well for the sailor lad, 3. And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But 0 for the touch of the vanished hand,... | |
 | 1993 - 412 страница
...此言托老者， 比喻造 化。 72 Break, Break, Break 仙斤切Temyson 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!... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson - 1994 - 644 страница
...smoothly borne, Dip forward under starry light, Break, Break, Break 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!... | |
 | Eugene D. Wheeler, Robert E. Kallman - 1994 - 180 страница
...and posed a serious problem to authorities. Break Break, Break Break, break, break, On thy cold gay stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. B y Alfred Tennyson 76 Seven JAPANESE SUBMARINE BRINGS WAR TO CHANNEL JL... | |
 | John Foster, Gordon Dennis - 1995 - 136 страница
...after the death of one of Tennyson's friends, the poet expresses his grief. 53 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 5 That he shouts with his sister at play!... | |
 | 1995 - 122 страница
...love for his ancestral home, Killingworth, and its six mile proximity to the Connecticut sea coast: Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me, This Tennyson verse seemed very appropriate for the occasion. I am grateful... | |
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