 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...thy 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.
...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 ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay 1 " And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 стор.
...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 ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | 1842 - 538 стор.
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 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 ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | 1858 - 598 стор.
...thy cold grey 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 ! 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.
...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 ! 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.
...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 ! 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... | |
 | 1851 - 612 стор.
...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 0 for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still. " Break, break, break,... | |
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BREAK, BREAK, BREAK Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 
