...watch me from the glen below. Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, 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 boy, That he shouts with his sister at play!...

...watch me from the glen below. Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, 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 boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !...

...than by the ' nameless lyrics' of Tennyson, especially his " Break, Break, Break, On thy cold grey stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. () well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play...

....watch me from the glen below. Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, 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 boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !...

...its perfect rest; It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of love is there. THE SEA. 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 boy, That he shouts with his sister at play!...

...caverns 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, O Sea, And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the fisherman's boy O, well for the sailor lad That he shouts...

...enshrined so much of the deepest affection, poetry, philosophy, and godliness, rose into his mind,— " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. " О well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play...

...same emotions in these lines: 1 I'.KKAK. break, break. * And the stately ships go on On thy cold (fray stones, O SEA ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me I ' O well for the flslienmn'8 boy, Thai he shouts with his sisters at play:...

...hand upon your shoulder, and whisper as as the sun sets— " Break, break, break, On tby cold grey stones, O sea ; And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisher boy, That he sings in his boat on the bay, O well...

...dies away On the quiet moonlit sea : The boatman rest their oars and say Miserere Domine ! COLERIDGE. 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 boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !...