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" 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; But O for the touch of a... "
McGuffey's Fourth Eclectic Reader - Сторінка 277
автори: William Holmes McGuffey - 1879 - 256 стор.
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The Tract Magazine

1885 - 324 стор.
...Tennyson carved on the frame of that picture — "Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, 0 seal But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Oh ! the sorrow which has filled the heart of many a youth, as he has stood by the grave of father...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...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, O Sea!...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me, MOVE EASTWARD, HAPPY EARTH. COME HOT WHEN I AM DEAD. MOVE eastward, happy earth, and leave Yon orange...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Том 50

1861 - 676 стор.
...burning gaily. What is Madame Bois de Sandal, nee Dashwood, singing in the music-room? Tlie tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me ! That is the burden of many songs sung in this world, for some dead flowers strew most paths, and...
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The Christian Teacher, Том 4

1842 - 538 стор.
...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, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Vol. ii. p. 229. Yet there are parts of these volumes which appear to us objectionable. We would rather...
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The Money-lender, Том 1

Catherine Grace F. Gore, Mrs. Gore (Catherine Grace Frances) - 1843 - 890 стор.
...vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still. Break—break—break, On thy cold grey stones, oh sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me! TEXSTSOK. AT the present season of the year, Basil had little difficulty in obtaining leave of absence...
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Poems, Том 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 стор.
...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 rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town, and out of the street...
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The Living Age, Том 213

1897 - 986 стор.
...cistern." Look at this verse wrung from the greatest poet of our own day by the death of his friend:— Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. The sea's voice breaking on its "cold, grey stones" has sung a song of natural and inevitable fate;...
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Calcutta Review, Том 31

1858 - 598 стор.
...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, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea...grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to uie." In one though a very low sense, the fisher-boy in his boat on the laughing sea, the youth when...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 стор.
...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, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town, and out of the street;...
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Poetry for Home and School ...

1846 - 436 стор.
...under the hill ; But, O, 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, O Sea,...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN Burns. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One evening,...
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