 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. Oh, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at ell fo Oh, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go... | |
 | 1860 - 722 стор.
...reality, and embalming in such felicitous words some of the profoundest feelings of the human heart. " Break, break, break % On thy cold gray stones, 0 sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. "0 well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play !... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 стор.
...watch me from the glen below. Ah, boar me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 Sea...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... | |
 | 1842 - 538 стор.
...— " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could alter 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... | |
 | 1858 - 598 стор.
...the ' nameless lyrics' of Tennyson, especially his " Break, Break, Break, On thy cold grey stones, O 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 To... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 стор.
...to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O 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 To... | |
 | 1846 - 436 стор.
...WAS MADE TO MOURN. BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.— Tennyson. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, O 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 To... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 стор.
...thee, lightly bome, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray atones, O 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 To... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 стор.
...thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 0 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 стор.
...bome, Dip forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 0 well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !... | |
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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! 
