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" 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... "
Old Age Is a Terminal Illness - Pagina 159
door Alma Bond - 2006 - 188 pagina’s
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Prolusiones academicæ

Cambridge univ - 1852 - 348 pagina’s
...CAMBRIDGE COMMENCEMENT, M.DCCC.LIII. liV HERBERT JOHN REYNOLDS, SCHOLAK OP KING'S COLLEGE. WALMER CASTLE. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea, And I would that my voice could titter The thoughts that arise in me. The stately ships go on To their haven under the...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pagina’s
...wondered. Honor the charge they made I Honor the Light Brigade! Noble six hundred! 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. Oh, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at ell...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pagina’s
...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 !...
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The Christian Teacher, Volume 4

1842 - 538 pagina’s
...poem without a name ; — with which we must finish our present extracts from these volumes : — " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could alter The thoughts that arise in me. " O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pagina’s
...borne, Dip forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. 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 !...
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Calcutta Review, Volume 31

1858 - 598 pagina’s
...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. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pagina’s
...borne, Dip forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. 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 !...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 pagina’s
....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. 0 well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !...
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Poetry for Home and School ...

1846 - 436 pagina’s
...the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. 34 MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. 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 That he shouts with his sister at play !...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 22

1851 - 604 pagina’s
...enshrined so much of the deepest affection, poetry, philosophy, and godliness, rose into his mino, — " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thonghts that arise in me. " О well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play...
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