 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 404 páginas
...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 ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 400 páginas
...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 1 And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But oh for the touch of a vanished hand,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 páginas
...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 1 O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on he bay ! And the stately ships go on To their... | |
 | John Rolfe - 1867 - 404 páginas
...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...their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish' d hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags,... | |
 | Severn river - 1867 - 458 páginas
...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...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill : But oh for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still. Break, break, break At... | |
 | W. W. Robson, William Wallace Robson - 1984 - 288 páginas
...to admit that something in us answers directly to the timeless poignancy of 'Break, break, break': 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! The twentieth century has a horror of sentimentality, though... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 páginas
...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...their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags,... | |
 | 1993 - 412 páginas
...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...their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1995 - 244 páginas
...thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And 1 would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy. That he shouts with...their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags,... | |
 | John Foster, Gordon Dennis - 1995 - 136 páginas
...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! O well for...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; m But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break,... | |
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And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come... 
