 But, O, for the touch of a 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.  The Christian Teacher - Sayfa 3481842Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | Cambridge univ - 1852 - 348 sayfa
...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 hill; But OI for the touch of a vanished hand, And ihe sound of a voice that is still 1 • TENNYSON. ATLANTIC... | |
 | 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
...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 ! 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
...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 ! 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.) - 1845 - 510 sayfa
...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. O well for the fisherman's...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, At the foot of thy crags,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 sayfa
...light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray atones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's...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, At the foot of thy crags,... | |
 | 1846 - 436 sayfa
...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...his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To the haven under the hill ; But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 1851 - 612 sayfa
...— " 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...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But 0 for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still. " Break, break, break,... | |
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