 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
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 644 pages
...well for the fisherman's boy, That lie shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, And the stately ships go on To their haven under the...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. COOKE. FLORENCE VANE. I LOVED thee long and dearly, Florence Vane ; My life's bright dream, and early... | |
 | Henry Reed - English literature - 1858 - 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...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." If local association can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, there is also a ministry of nature soothing... | |
 | 1858 - 460 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*. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One... | |
 | Harriet Parr - 1859 - 350 pages
...coming ; " and ere it fell the light was cornel 131 CHAPTER THE FOURTH. THE DAYS OF MOUKNING. " BBEAK, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea, But...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." TENNYSON. I. THEY buried Lilian one showery February afternoon in the pretty little churchyard where... | |
 | William Allingham - English poetry - 1860 - 316 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. TENNYSON. SONNET. [ABSENCE.] FROM you I have been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1861 - 318 pages
...profitable for the body, profitable for the mind. The poet's words are sometimes on its awful lips : — • And the stately ships go on To their haven under the...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. Yet it is not always so, for the speech of the sea is various, and wants not abundant resource of cheerfulness,... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1861 - 316 pages
...profitable for the body, profitable for the mind. The poet's words are sometimes on its awful lips : — And the stately ships go on To their haven under the...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. Yet it is not always... | |
 | John Brown - English literature - 1861 - 526 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...touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! We have here expressed in plain language the imaginative memory of the beloved dead,... | |
 | John Brown - Medicine - 1861 - 548 pages
...immortal, — more full of life, and all this submitted to — the eye and prospect of the soul. " Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Out of these few simple words, deep and melancholy, and sounding as the sea, as out of a well of the... | |
 | Nicholas Patrick Wiseman - 1861 - 570 pages
...he sings in his boat on the bay. And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But 01 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.'' The freedom and spontaneousncss... | |
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