 | John Jacob Anderson - 1878 - 450 páginas
...! Thauk Heaven, she's saved 1 BT Conrad, 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. O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 376 páginas
...churchyard Sleeps sound till the bell brings me. C. Kingslej. LAMENT. 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!... | |
 | Mary Baskin - 1878 - 332 páginas
...yet deeper waters of anguish. CHAPTEK VI. MOKE OF CHRISSIE. " Break, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. " Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 688 páginas
...To him who sat upon the rocks, And fluted to the morning sea. 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 !... | |
 | William Torrey Harris, Andrew Jackson Rickoff, Mark Bailey - 1878 - 508 páginas
...epic dignity when honest ? LXXIX.— BREAK, BREAK, BREAK. 1. Break, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, O Sea ! And -I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 2. Oh, well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | 1879 - 524 páginas
...happy night. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones. О Sen ! And l would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. О well for the fisherman's boy, Thai ho shouts with his listerat play ! О well for the sailor lad, That ho sings in his boat oil the... | |
 | 1879 - 496 páginas
...they are then delicious meat." — All the Year Round. ITS " BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. ****** And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But 0... | |
 | Laura Valentine - 1880 - 634 páginas
...Though we may thank him for the Plough, We 'll not forget the Sword I " ALFRED TENNYSON. TO THE SEA. BREAK, break, break On thy cold grey 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... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton - 1880 - 434 páginas
...lyric. No poet ever made the dumb speak so effectually : — " 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 !... | |
 | David Flemming Little - 1880 - 40 páginas
...cultured soul THE SOLACE OF PHILANTHROPY TO THE OVERBURDENED. Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that, my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. Tennyson. TREAK, break, break, On the rocks of iife, oh heart ! I would... | |
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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! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on... 
