... 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 their haven under the hill... Poems - Seite 378von Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 379 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| Mrs. Grey (Elizabeth Caroline) - 1848 - 134 Seiten
...imagined that I delayed no longer than was necessary returning to Sidmouth. CHAPTEK LIH. " Break, brook, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead, Will never come back to me." — TEHNYSON. " The brand is on thy brow. Yet I must shade the... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 Seiten
...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! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, 0 Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE POET'S SONG. THE... | |
| 1851 - 636 Seiten
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| 1851 - 622 Seiten
...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. " Break, break, break,...crags, O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Out of these few simple words, deep, and melancholy, and sounding... | |
| 1851 - 640 Seiten
...the ghosts the elders see should lay his light hand upon your shoulder, and whisper as the sun sets, Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is fled Will never come back to me. Your aff. HOWADJI. From the Moming Chromcle. A WEEK IN JUTLAND.... | |
| Anne Marsh- Caldwell - 1851 - 1078 Seiten
...finding herself every day farther and farther from the possibility of explaining herself. CHAPTER XI. Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead, Wili never come back to me. TENKYION. THE wild sea-coast at the south-west of Ireland, and... | |
| 1851 - 606 Seiten
...hill ; But О for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is null, " Break, brpnk, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Out of these few simple words, deep, and melancholy, and sounding... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 Seiten
...stately ships go on To the 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 the foot of thy crags, oh Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 Seiten
...the stately ships go on To the 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 the foot of thy crags, oh Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose,... | |
| Lewis Gaylord Clark - 1852 - 350 Seiten
...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,...crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.' THERE was much surrounding cachination where this circumstance... | |
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