 | C. G. Rowe - 1863 - 130 psl.
...will. There, take that ! " and he hurled her down stairs headlong. 37 CHAPTER IV. SMUGGLING. " Oh, well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play ! Oh, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! " And the stately ships go on... | |
 | Ocean lays - 1864 - 400 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 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 their... | |
 | Round robin - 1865 - 592 psl.
...precious stone mentioned in the book of Eevelation. King Solomon's dockyard. JfoIL After the German. " 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... | |
 | Present - 1865 - 548 psl.
...well for the fisherman's lad, that he shouts with his sister at play ; Ah ! well for the sailor boy that he sings in his boat in the bay, And the stately ships pass on to the haven under the hill ; But, oh ! for a touch of the hand that is gone, and the sound... | |
 | Words - 1866 - 368 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'd... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 734 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 ! 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 psl.
...thy cold gray stones, oh 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 1 O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on he bay ! And the stately ships go on To their... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 404 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 Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 400 psl.
...thy cold gray stones, oh 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 1 And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But oh for the touch of a vanished hand,... | |
 | Severn river - 1867 - 458 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 oh for the touch of a vanished... | |
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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. 
