 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...  Calcutta Review - Sayfa 3531858Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 sayfa
...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 fo Oh, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go... | |
 | 1860 - 722 sayfa
...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 ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay 1 " And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 sayfa
...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...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 (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 sayfa
...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 !... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 sayfa
...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 - 1850 - 402 sayfa
...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 ! 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 - 1851 - 290 sayfa
...cold gray stones, oh 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 ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To the... | |
 | 1851 - 604 sayfa
...poetry, philosophy, and godliness, rose into his mino, — " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thonghts that arise in me. " О well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | 1851 - 622 sayfa
...poetry, philosophy, and godliness, rose into his mind, — " 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... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 214 sayfa
...ghosts the elders see should lay his light hand upon your shoulder, and whisper as as the sun sets — " Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O sea...utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisher boy, That he sings in his boat on the bay, O well for the sailor lad, That he shouts with his... | |
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