 ... 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
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 428 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 At the foot of thy crags, 0 sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." If local association... | |
 | 1856 - 754 Seiten
...the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And a 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. Bugle Song. The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits... | |
 | David Masson - 1856 - 528 Seiten
...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But 0 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." This is not a case... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 Seiten
...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vauish'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 THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose,... | |
 | Henry Pitman - 1316 Seiten
...on To their haven under the hill ; But, oh ! for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of the voice that is still. Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, 0 Sea, But the tender grace of a day that is gone Will never come back to me." The unhappy father gave... | |
 | Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1857 - 252 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,...thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Suddenly he paused, while a paleness like death overspread his... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 242 Seiten
...stateiy snips 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 de«d Will never come back to me." If local association can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, there... | |
 | 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... | |
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