 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 their haven under the hill; But 0 for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!  Transactions of the Annual Meeting - Pàgina 133per South Carolina Bar Association - 1921Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1860 - 722 pàgines
...reality, and embalming in such felicitous words some of the profoundest feelings of the human heart. " Break, break, break % On thy cold gray stones, 0 sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. "0 well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play !... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 pàgines
...watch me from the glen below. Ah, boar me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 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 - 1850 - 402 pàgines
...bome, Dip forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 0 well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !... | |
 | 1851 - 612 pàgines
...enshrined so much of the deepest affection, poetry, philosophy, and godliness, rose into his mind, — " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 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... | |
 | Lewis Gaylord Clark - 1852 - 350 pàgines
...sea-shore, we know not how often, touches this chord, whose vibrations are so melodious to the soul : 4 BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 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... | |
 | Meta Lander - 1854 - 340 pàgines
...enchaining were those lines from Tennyson, which seemed written for that place and that evening : * * Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. * 0, well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | 1854 - 456 pàgines
...of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.— Tennyson. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, 0 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 !... | |
 | Henrietta Keddie - 1854 - 326 pàgines
...young lady sweetheart, that wadna forsake him ! " CHAPTEE XL " Break, break, break on thy cold grey 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... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 404 pàgines
...obviously belonging to the same subject, written perhaps on the heights of the Bristol Channel : " Break, break, break On 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... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 416 pàgines
...but. obviously belonging to the same subject, written perhaps on the heights of the Bristol Channel : "Break, break, break On 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... | |
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