 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
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 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... | |
 | 1855 - 374 sayfa
...playfully, other thoughts were busy in my brain, and my heart's song was a dirge — "Break, break, break, "O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with...boat on the bay. "And the stately ships go on, To the haven under the hill— But, 0, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that... | |
 | 1855 - 458 sayfa
...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...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... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 404 sayfa
...thoughts that arise in me. Oh well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! Oh well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But oh for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break At... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 416 sayfa
...thoughts that arise in me. Oh well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! Oh well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But oh for the touch of a vanish'd hand, Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, 0 sea ! But the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 326 sayfa
...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 haven under the hill ; But oh for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 428 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 play 1 Oh well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 424 sayfa
...cold gray stones, 0 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 play! Oh well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their... | |
 | 1856 - 754 sayfa
...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. O well for the fisherman's...hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And a sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 sayfa
...night. BBEAK, 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 vauish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags,... | |
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