 | 1885 - 324 sayfa
...Tennyson carved on the frame of that picture — "Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, 0 seal But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Oh ! the sorrow which has filled the heart of many a youth, as he has stood by the grave of father... | |
 | 1861 - 676 sayfa
...burning gaily. What is Madame Bois de Sandal, nee Dashwood, singing in the music-room? Tlie tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me ! That is the burden of many songs sung in this world, for some dead flowers strew most paths, and... | |
 | 1842 - 538 sayfa
...vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! " Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Vol. ii. p. 229. Yet there are parts of these volumes which appear to us objectionable. We would rather... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 sayfa
...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break,...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town, and out of the street... | |
 | Catherine Grace F. Gore, Mrs. Gore (Catherine Grace Frances) - 1843 - 890 sayfa
...vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still. Break—break—break, On thy cold grey stones, oh sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me! TEXSTSOK. AT the present season of the year, Basil had little difficulty in obtaining leave of absence... | |
 | 1897 - 986 sayfa
...poet of our own day by the death of his friend:— Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. The sea's voice breaking on its "cold, grey stones" has sung a song of natural and inevitable fate;... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 sayfa
...'d hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town, and out of the street;... | |
 | 1846 - 436 sayfa
...vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea, But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN Burns. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One evening,... | |
 | Mrs. Grey (Elizabeth Caroline) - 1848 - 134 sayfa
...was necessary returning to Sidmouth. CHAPTEK LIH. " Break, brook, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead, Will never come back to me." — TEHNYSON. " The brand is on thy brow. Yet I must shade the spot, For who will love thee now, If... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 sayfa
...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! Break, break, break,...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town, and out of the street;... | |
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... 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 haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a... 
