 | 1851 - 604 sayfa
...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 ! О well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! " And the stately ships go on... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 sayfa
...cold gray stones, oh 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 ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | Lewis Gaylord Clark - 1852 - 388 sayfa
...chord, whose vibrations are so melodious to the soul : * 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 play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! ' And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | Fanny Lewald - 1852 - 672 sayfa
...ben (Strömen: Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, o Sea! And J 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! О well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 216 sayfa
...the ghosts the elders see should lay his light hand upon your shoulder, and whisper as the sun sets. Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. NAHANT. 0 well for the fisher boy, That he sings in his boat on the bay,... | |
 | Lewis Gaylord Clark - 1852 - 350 sayfa
...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... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 sayfa
...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 ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | 1854 - 456 sayfa
...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 !... | |
 | 1885 - 358 sayfa
...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 ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | Henrietta Keddie - 1854 - 326 sayfa
...young lady sweetheart, that wadna forsake him ! " CHAPTEE XL " Break, break, break on thy cold grey 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... | |
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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 vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still... 
