 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...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...fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at ell fo Oh, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go... | |
 | 1860 - 722 páginas
...reality, and embalming in such felicitous words some of the profoundest feelings of the human heart. " Break, break, break % On thy cold gray stones, 0 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 - 1842 - 250 páginas
...watch me from the glen below. Ah, boar me with 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 that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play!... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 páginas
...bome, 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, 0 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 !... | |
 | 1851 - 612 páginas
...enshrined so much of the deepest affection, poetry, 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 that arise in me. " O well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | Lewis Gaylord Clark - 1852 - 350 páginas
...sea-shore, we know not how often, touches this chord, whose vibrations are so melodious to the soul : 4 BREAK, break, break, On 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... | |
 | 1854 - 456 páginas
...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, 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 !... | |
 | Meta Lander - 1854 - 340 páginas
...enchaining were those lines from Tennyson, which seemed written for that place and that evening : * * Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 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... | |
 | David Masson - 1856 - 528 páginas
...with more modern and more cultured poets. Thus Tennyson : — " Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, 0 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... | |
 | Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1857 - 252 páginas
...pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade — " He abruptly broke off, and commenced : "Break, break, break On 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... | |
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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 their haven under the hill; But 0 for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! 
