 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
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 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 - 1853 - 468 psl.
...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...boat on the bay ! And the- stately ships go on To the haven under the hill ; But oh for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 234 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 touc.h of a vanish' d hand, And the sound'of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags,... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 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,... | |
 | 1885 - 358 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...! And the stately ships go on To their haven under tbe hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! TIE the... | |
 | 1854 - 456 psl.
...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 his...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 hand, And the sound of a voice that... | |
 | Meta Lander - 1854 - 338 psl.
...thoughts that arise in me. c 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...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,... | |
 | 1855 - 458 psl.
...of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, BREAK, BREAK, BREA K. - Tennyson. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, O Sea,...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 hand, And the sound of a voice that... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 psl.
...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...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 hand, And the sound of a voice that... | |
 | 1855 - 374 psl.
...other thoughts were busy in my brain, and my heart's song was a dirge — "Break, break, break, "O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with...boat on the bay. "And the stately ships go on, To the haven under the hill— But, 0, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that... | |
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