 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 haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...  The British Quarterly Review - Página 180editado por - 1854Visualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | 1885 - 324 páginas
...Tennyson carved on the frame of that picture — "Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, 0 seal But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Oh ! the sorrow which has filled the heart of many a youth, as he has stood by the grave of father... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...under the hill: But oh, 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!...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me, MOVE EASTWARD, HAPPY EARTH. COME HOT WHEN I AM DEAD. MOVE eastward, happy earth, and leave Yon orange... | |
 | 1861 - 676 páginas
...burning gaily. What is Madame Bois de Sandal, nee Dashwood, singing in the music-room? Tlie tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me ! That is the burden of many songs sung in this world, for some dead flowers strew most paths, and... | |
 | 1842 - 538 páginas
...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, O Sea...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Vol. ii. p. 229. Yet there are parts of these volumes which appear to us objectionable. We would rather... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 páginas
...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, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town, and out of the... | |
 | Catherine Grace F. Gore, Mrs. Gore (Catherine Grace Frances) - 1843 - 890 páginas
...vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still. Break—break—break, On thy cold grey stones, oh sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me! TEXSTSOK. AT the present season of the year, Basil had little difficulty in obtaining leave of absence... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 páginas
...vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, 0 Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town, and out of the street... | |
 | 1897 - 986 páginas
...cistern." Look at this verse wrung from the greatest poet of our own day by the death of his friend:— Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. The sea's voice breaking on its "cold, grey stones" has sung a song of natural and inevitable fate;... | |
 | 1858 - 598 páginas
...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, O Sea...grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to uie." In one though a very low sense, the fisher-boy in his boat on the laughing sea, the youth when... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 páginas
...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, O Sea...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town, and out of the street;... | |
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