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! 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;

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!

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But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.

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THE BROOK.

I COME from haunts of coot and hern,

I make a sudden sally

And sparkle out among the fern,

To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,

Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town,

And half a hundred bridges.

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I slip. I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance

Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

CROSSING THE BAR.

SUNSET and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

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And may there be no sadness of farewell
When I embark ;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place,

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.

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FROM MILTON TO TENNYSON

MASTERPIECES OF ENGLISH POETRY

BY

L. DUPONT SYLE, M.A. (YALE)

INSTRUCTOR IN ENGLISH IN THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA

(Copyright, 1894, by L. D. SYLE)

Boston

ALLYN AND BACON