 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 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... | |
 | Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1857 - 252 sayfa
...pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade — " He abruptly broke off, and commenced : "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... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 242 sayfa
...obviously belonging to the same subject, written oerhaps on the heights of the Bristol Channel : " Break, break, break, On thy 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... | |
 | 1902 - 902 sayfa
...swimming up from the south with the odor of the northeast trades yet in their sails. And it 's " O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! " for the schooners of Chatham and Gloucester still scatter their dories above the mighty submarine... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 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, And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the... | |
 | Benjamin John Wallace, Albert Barnes - 1858 - 720 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 1 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | 1860 - 716 sayfa
...reality, and embalming in such felicitous words some of the profoundest feelings of the humau heart. " Break, break, break On thy cold gray stones, 0 sea ! And I would that my tongue could otter The thoughts that arise in me. " 0 well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1860 - 432 sayfa
...thy 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 the... | |
 | William Allingham - 1860 - 316 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... | |
 | John Brown - 1861 - 526 sayfa
...delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul, Than when she lived indeed." " 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... | |
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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... 
