 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...  Tennyson– His Art and Relation to Modern Life - 101 psl.autoriai: Stopford Augustus Brooke - 1894 - 516 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1874 - 588 psl.
...closely allied to the " In Memoriam " as almost to form part of iti . " Break, break, break, On the 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!... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 356 psl.
...lea By dancing rivulets fed his flocks, To him who sat upon the rocks, And fluted to the morning sea. 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 !... | |
 | 1875 - 210 psl.
...roaring back as before, But no wave ever brings the lost youth to the shore ! '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 !... | |
 | 1875 - 448 psl.
...Nor man nor nature satisfy Whom only God created. BREAK, BREAK, BREAK. BY ALFRED TENNYSON. > BEAK, 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!... | |
 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1875 - 660 psl.
...Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. BREAK, break, break, SONG. On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would th.at 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 I... | |
 | Anna Randall Diehl - 1876 - 458 psl.
...facetious grin to her mollified favorite as they shook hands and Darted. Mary Ferrier. 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. 0 well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !... | |
 | 1876 - 508 psl.
...is such glare, but bright the gloom Around the funeral pile. JOHN GC BRAINARO. 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 !... | |
 | 1918 - 564 psl.
...promising pupils: Crack rocks And think — Damn! Which I have ably recast into my original English: Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea, And I would that my tongue could stutter The thoughts that arise in me. Maiden of milk-white skin. Standing In the green pasture by... | |
 | F M. S - 1876 - 249 psl.
...a walk of her aunt's house. CHAPTER VIII. UNEXPECTED NEWS. " Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O Sea, And I would that my tongue could utter, The thoughts that arise in me." TENNYSON. railway station was about a mile from Combe St. David's, and... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 104 psl.
...gay, For he sings of what the world will he When the years have died away." BEEAK, BREAK, BREAK. REAK, 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 plav !... | |
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