 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...  Poems of Alfred Tennyson - Страница 180по Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 639 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 страници
...watch me from the glen below. Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea...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 - 1842 - 250 страници
...thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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... | |
 | 1858 - 598 страници
...than by the ' nameless lyrics' of Tennyson, especially his " Break, Break, Break, On thy cold grey stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter...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 (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 страници
...rise To glass herself in dewy eyes That watch me from the glen below. Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, And move me...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... | |
 | 1846 - 436 страници
...the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. 34 MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.— Tennyson. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, O Sea,...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 the haven under the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 страници
...with thee, lightly bome, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray atones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The...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... | |
 | 1851 - 612 страници
...philosophy, and godliness, rose into his mind, — " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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 - 1851 - 300 страници
...thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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 the haven under the... | |
 | Lewis Gaylord Clark - 1852 - 350 страници
...chord, whose vibrations are so melodious to the soul : 4 BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 страници
...dies away On the quiet moonlit sea : The boatman rest their oars and say Miserere Domine ! COLERIDGE. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea...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... | |
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