 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; 10 But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!  American Poetry - Сторінка xxiредактори - 1923 - 350 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...wondered. Honor the charge they made I Honor the Light Brigade! Noble six hundred! 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. Oh, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at ell... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 стор.
...watch me from the glen below. Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea...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.
...poem without a name ; — with which we must finish our present extracts from these volumes : — " 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 стор.
...borne, 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, 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 !... | |
 | 1846 - 436 стор.
...the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. 34 MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.— Tennyson. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, O Sea,...his boat on the bay ! And the 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 стор.
....watch me from the glen below. Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On 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 !... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 стор.
...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...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But 0 for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At... | |
 | 1851 - 612 стор.
...philosophy, and godliness, rose into his mind, — " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 стор.
...thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...his boat on the bay ! And the 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 стор.
...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 the haven under the hill; But oh for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is... | |
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