 ... 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
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 402 Seiten
...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...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... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1858 - 424 Seiten
...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But oh 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." If local association can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, there... | |
 | 1858 - 460 Seiten
...stately ships go on To the 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,...thy crags, O Sea, But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN — Burn*. WHEN chill November's surly blast... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 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,...thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. COOKE. FLORENCE VANE. I LOVED thee long and dearly, Florence Vane... | |
 | Benjamin John Wallace, Albert Barnes - 1858 - 720 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 1 But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. The variety of Mr.... | |
 | Harriet Parr - 1859 - 350 Seiten
...coming ; " and ere it fell the light was cornel 131 CHAPTER THE FOURTH. THE DAYS OF MOUKNING. " BBEAK, break, 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." TENNYSON. I. THEY buried Lilian one showery February afternoon... | |
 | Conway Keith - 1859 - 346 Seiten
...The stately ships go on To their iaven under the hill ; 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 fled, Shall never come back to me. / Tennyson. " So... | |
 | Mackenzie Edward C. Walcott - 1859 - 216 Seiten
...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; Bat 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, 0 sea ; But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Such, too frequently,... | |
 | Mackenzie Edward Charles Walcott - 1859 - 660 Seiten
...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 the foot of thy crags, 0 sea ; But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Such, too frequently,... | |
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