 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...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 fo Oh, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go... | |
 | 1860 - 722 psl.
...cold gray stones, 0 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 ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay 1 " And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | 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...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... | |
 | 1842 - 538 psl.
...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...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 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 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 psl.
...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 ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | 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...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... | |
 | 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...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... | |
 | 1846 - 436 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...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, O, for the touch of a vanished... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 psl.
...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...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... | |
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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. 
