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...thy cold gray stones, 0 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 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...

...delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul, Than when she lived indeed." " 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...

...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 ! O well for the sailor lad, And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But oh for...

...imagination " — " into the eye and prospect of his soul."1 " Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 1 The passage from Shakspere prefixed to this paper, contains probably as...

...meaning, it answers fully its own sweet purpose. We " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...his sister at play! 0 well for the sailor lad That lie sings in his boat on the bay ! " And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ! But...

...appreciation of the words never experienced before, — " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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 For...

...sadness. In his former volume there were at least casual indications what depths had been stirred. ' Break, break, break, On 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...

...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 I O well for the sailor lad, And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But oh for...

...under which such a record as In Memoriam is produced, and ** Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me* may give us more insight into the imaginative faculty's mode of working,...