 | Stephen Adams - 1997 - 260 sayfa
...cold grey stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. ff » O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! f S * O well for the sailor lad, But the last two stanzas reveal tüe real matrix of the stanza in... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 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 their... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 2003 - 60 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 their... | |
 | John Carrington - 2003 - 344 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 their... | |
 | Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - 778 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 their... | |
 | Alma Bond - 2006 - 186 sayfa
...tongue could utter/The thoughts that arise in me." But I sucked in my breath and completed the poem: 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 their... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - 512 sayfa
...Break Break, break, break On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter 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 their... | |
 | Barbara A. Glanz - 2006 - 180 sayfa
...thy cold grey 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 their... | |
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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... 
