 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! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on...  The Poets of the Nineteenth Century - 454. oldalSzerkesztette: - 1858 - 616 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 oldal
...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...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 oldal
...thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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 ;... | |
 | 1842 - 538 oldal
...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 oldal
...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 !... | |
 | 1858 - 598 oldal
...than by 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...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 ;... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 oldal
...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...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 ;... | |
 | 1846 - 436 oldal
...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, And...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 haven under the hill ; But,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 oldal
...with 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...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 ;... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 oldal
...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 - 1851 - 300 oldal
...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...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 haven under the hill ; But... | |
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