 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 vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!  Poems - Стр. 228авторы: Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - Страниц: 231Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - Страниц: 404
...forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. BBEAK, 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 !... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - Страниц: 228
...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... | |
 | 1854 - Страниц: 456
...cold, gray stones, 0 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... | |
 | 1885 - Страниц: 358
...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... | |
 | Henrietta Keddie - 1854 - Страниц: 326
...cold grey stones, 0 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 play ; Oh well for the sailor lad, that he sings in his boat on the bay ; And the stately ships sail on... | |
 | 1855 - Страниц: 458
...of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, BREAK, BREAK, BREA K. - Tennyson. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, O 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 the... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - Страниц: 428
...obviously belonging to the same subject, written perhaps on the heights of the Bristol Channel : " 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 play... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - Страниц: 452
...of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.— Tennyson. 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 !... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - Страниц: 404
...forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. BBEAK, 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 !... | |
 | 1855 - Страниц: 374
...other thoughts were busy in my brain, and my heart's song was a dirge — "Break, break, break, "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 the... | |
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