 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 Poets of the Nineteenth Century - Página 454editado por - 1858 - 616 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | 1851
...philosophy, and godliness, rose into his mind, — " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1851
...much of the deepest affection, poetry, philosophy, and godliness, rose into his mino, — " Break, Alas ! In grief we are not all unlearned; Once, throngh our own doors Death did One went thonghts that arise in me. " О well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | 1851
...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. " 0 well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | L. GAYLORD CLARK - 1852
...chord, whose vibrations are so melodious to the soul : 4 BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 192 páginas
...hand upon your shoulder, and whisper as as the sun sets — " Break, break, break, On thy 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 for the sailor lad, That he shouts with his... | |
 | Lewis Gaylord Clark - 1852 - 335 páginas
...we know not how often, touches this chord, whose vibrations are so melodious to the soul : * BREAK, 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 play... | |
 | Thalatta, Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 206 páginas
...On the quiet moonlit sea : The boatman rest their oars and say Miserere Domine ! COI.ERIDGK. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea ! And...fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | 1853 - 206 páginas
...On the quiet moonlit sea : The boatman rest their oars and say Miserere Domine ! COLEEIDGK. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea ! And...fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | 1885
...renewal of their familiar and beloved presence excited by the sight of the laughing waters :— Break, break, break On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And...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 tbe hill ;... | |
 | 1854 - 430 páginas
...ghost from the tomb, BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.— Tennyson. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, 0 Sea, And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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 haven under the hill ; But,... | |
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