 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 the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...  McGuffey's Fourth Eclectic Reader - Страница 277по William Holmes McGuffey - 1879 - 256 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 страници
...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, O sea...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. A. TENNYSON. SONG ON THE WATER. WILD with passion, sorrow-beladen, Bend the thought of thy stormy soul... | |
 | Maria Jane McIntosh - 1853 - 326 страници
...that hour those lines so simple and so touching : " Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, oh sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead, Will never come back to me." But the sun has risen above the hills, and now flashes its light upon the broad surface of the river.... | |
 | 1854 - 456 страници
...vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is 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. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. — Burns. A DIRGE. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 страници
...under the hill ; But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break. At the foot of thy crags, O Sea,...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 - 458 страници
...under the hill ; But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea,...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 страници
...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, O Sea...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... | |
 | 1855 - 374 страници
...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 страници
...vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is 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 can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, there is also a ministry of nature soothing... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 424 страници
...vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is 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 can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, there is also a ministry of nature soothing... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 404 страници
...hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, 0 sea 1 But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." If local association can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, th ere is also a ministry of nature soothing... | |
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