 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 Will never come back to me.  The North British review - 474 psl.1851Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Cambridge univ - 1852 - 348 psl.
...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 hill; But OI for the touch of a vanished hand, And ihe sound of a voice that is still 1 • TENNYSON. ATLANTIC... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...thoughts that arise in me. Oh, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at ell fo Oh, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill: But oh, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break,... | |
 | 1860 - 722 psl.
...shouts with his sister at play ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay 1 " And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill. But 0 for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still. " Break, break, break At... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 psl.
...thy cold gray stones, 0 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...their 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,... | |
 | 1842 - 538 psl.
...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...their 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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 psl.
...thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat...their 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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 psl.
...thoughts that arise in me. 0 well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat...their 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,... | |
 | 1858 - 598 psl.
...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...their 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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 psl.
...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...their 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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 psl.
....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...their 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,... | |
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