 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...  Eighth Reader - Page 428by Walter Lowrie Hervey, Melvin Hix - 1918 - 488 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Samuel Longfellow - Literary Criticism - 1853 - 234 pages
...ships go on To 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...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. A. TJBNNYSOM. SONG ON THE WATER. WILD with passion, sorrow-beladen, Bend the thought of thy stormy... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 pages
...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...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE POET'S SONG. — * — THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town and out of the... | |
 | American poetry - 1855 - 458 pages
...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 is still ! Break, break, break,...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. — Burn*. A DIRGE. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - American poetry - 1855 - 452 pages
...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 is still ! Break, break, break....of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. — Burns. A DIRGE. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests... | |
 | 1855 - 374 pages
...under the hill— But, 0, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still I "Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." "Winnie, where are you?" shouted Angus; and Winnie jumped up to answer, " Come and see." After he joined... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 428 pages
...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 vanish'd hand, And the sound of...still ! Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, 0 sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." If local association... | |
 | Henry Reed - English literature - 1855 - 424 pages
...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 vanish'd hand, And the sound of...still! Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, 0 sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." If local association... | |
 | English poetry - 1856 - 754 pages
...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 a sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 242 pages
...he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stateiy snips go on To their haven under the hill ; But oh for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of...crags, O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is de«d Will never come back to me." If local association can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, there... | |
 | Thomas Bailey Aldrich - American fiction - 1857 - 252 pages
...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 still ! Break, break, break,...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Suddenly he paused, while a paleness like death overspread his face ; the spokes of 'the wheel slipped... | |
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