 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 - Strana 228autor/autoři: Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 231 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Cambridge univ - 1852 - 348 str.
...CAMBRIDGE COMMENCEMENT, M.DCCC.LIII. liV HERBERT JOHN REYNOLDS, SCHOLAK OP KING'S COLLEGE. WALMER CASTLE. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea, And I would that my voice could titter The thoughts that arise in me. The stately ships go on To their haven under the... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 str.
...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... | |
 | Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman - 1891 - 342 str.
...1881.1 141 THE BinER CRY OF THE OUTCAST WtOlR-BOY. HIIIAK, break, break, 0 Trace, on my old top C ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me ! 0, well for the fishmonger's boy That he shrieks his two notes above A. ! 0, well ior the tailor's son That he soars... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 str.
...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. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !... | |
 | 1842 - 538 str.
...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 Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 str.
...thy 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 their... | |
 | 1858 - 598 str.
...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 The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 str.
...sour." At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, " Is there any hope ? " VOL. II. <J To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But...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 - 1846 - 254 str.
....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 ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | 1846 - 436 str.
...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, 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 !... | |
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