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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... "
The Poets of the Nineteenth Century - Page 454
edited by - 1858 - 616 pages
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pages
...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...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...
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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...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 ;...
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The Christian Teacher, Volume 4

1842 - 538 pages
...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
...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...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 ;...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...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...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 ;...
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Poetry for Home and School ...

1846 - 436 pages
...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, And...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 hill ; But,...
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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...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 ;...
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Poems, Volume 2

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

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 pages
...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...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 hill ; But...
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