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" 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... "
Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-side - Page 175
edited by - 1853 - 206 pages
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Prolusiones academicæ

Cambridge univ - 1852 - 348 pages
...CAMBRIDGE COMMENCEMENT, M.DCCC.LIII. liV HERBERT JOHN REYNOLDS, SCHOLAK OP KING'S COLLEGE. WALMER CASTLE. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea, And I would that my voice could titter The thoughts that arise in me. The stately ships go on To their haven under the...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...wondered. Honor the charge they made I Honor the Light Brigade! Noble six hundred! 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. Oh, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at ell...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 pages
...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...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...
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The Christian Teacher, Volume 4

1842 - 538 pages
...poem without a name ; — with which we must finish our present extracts from these volumes : — " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could alter The thoughts that arise in me. " O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...borne, Dip forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. 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 !...
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Calcutta Review, Volume 31

1858 - 598 pages
...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...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...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...borne, Dip forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea...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...
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Poetry for Home and School ...

1846 - 436 pages
...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,...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...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 pages
...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...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...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 pages
....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 ! 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 !...
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