 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! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on...  The Science of English Verse - Página 98de Sidney Lanier - 1880 - 295 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | 1918 - 564 páginas
...promising pupils: Crack rocks And think — Damn! Which I have ably recast into my original English: Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea, And I would that my tongue could stutter The thoughts that arise in me. Maiden of milk-white skin. Standing In the green pasture by... | |
 | F M. S - 1876 - 249 páginas
...a walk of her aunt's house. CHAPTER VIII. UNEXPECTED NEWS. " Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O Sea, And I would that my tongue could utter, The thoughts that arise in me." TENNYSON. railway station was about a mile from Combe St. David's, and... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 104 páginas
...gay, For he sings of what the world will he When the years have died away." BEEAK, BREAK, BREAK. REAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I 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 plav !... | |
 | William Torrey Harris, Andrew Jackson Rickoff, Mark Bailey - 1878 - 508 páginas
...author think that all human acts are of epic dignity when honest ? LXXIX.— BREAK, BREAK, BREAK. 1. Break, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, O Sea ! And -I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 2. Oh, well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | James De Mille - 1878 - 584 páginas
...stitch, stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt." " Work, work, work, When the cock is crowing aloof." " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me." " March, march, Ettrick- and Teviotdale." § 591. INTERCHANGE OF METRES.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 688 páginas
...lea By dancing rivulets fed his flocks To him who sat upon the rocks, And fluted to the morning 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 !... | |
 | Mary Baskin - 1878 - 332 páginas
...pain, while I drifted into deeper and yet deeper waters of anguish. CHAPTEK VI. MOKE OF CHRISSIE. " Break, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. " Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 376 páginas
...the baby in his cradle in the churchyard Sleeps sound till the bell brings me. C. Kingslej. LAMENT. 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!... | |
 | John Jacob Anderson - 1878 - 450 páginas
...braved ! Still on ! Yet oil ! Once more ! Thauk Heaven, she's saved 1 BT Conrad, BREAK, BREAK, BREAK. 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... | |
 | George Richard Beaumont - 1878 - 150 páginas
...vow that little brute Shall pay for this to-night. 1871 (?) * Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. Tennyson. Spring. OW that the Winter's gone, we'll have no more The cold... | |
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