 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...  Pigeon Cove and Vicinity - Página 64por Henry C. Leonard - 1873 - 193 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1851 - 604 páginas
...enshrined so much of the deepest affection, poetry, philosophy, and godliness, rose into his mino, — " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thonghts that arise in me. " О well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | Lewis Gaylord Clark - 1852 - 388 páginas
...sea-shore, we know not how often, touches this chord, whose vibrations are so melodious to the soul : * BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. * 0 well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 214 páginas
...hand upon your shoulder, and whisper as as the sun sets — " Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O sea ; And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisher boy, That he sings in his boat on the bay, O well... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 páginas
...dies away On the quiet moonlit sea : The boatman rest their oars and say Miserere Domine ! COI.ERIDGK. 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 !... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 234 páginas
...dies away On the quiet moonlit sea : The boatman rest their oars and say Miserere Domine ! COLEEIDGK. 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 !... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 404 páginas
...forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. BBEAK, 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 !... | |
 | 1855 - 458 páginas
...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, And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 0, well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play!... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 páginas
...of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.— Tennyson. 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 !... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 páginas
...forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. BBEAK, 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 !... | |
 | 1856 - 754 páginas
...fdiivinbtt mit bt$ 93aumc^ 3aOt, — jd) abtt b«t)*' im (ili'gtn ubtt Slttt." Break, Break, Break. 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 !... | |
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