 | 1860 - 722 pages
...reality, and embalming in such felicitous words some of the profoundest feelings of the human heart. " Break, break, break % On thy cold gray stones, 0 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 !... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 pages
...watch me from the glen below. Ah, boar me with 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 that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play!... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 pages
...bome, 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, 0 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 !... | |
 | 1851 - 612 pages
...enshrined so much of the deepest affection, poetry, 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 that arise in me. " O well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | 1851 - 622 pages
...waters of love, flows forth all "In Memoriam," as a stream flows out of its spring — all is here. " I would that my tongue could utter the thoughts that arise in me," — " the touch of the vanished hand — the sound of the voice that is still," — the body and soul of his... | |
 | 1851 - 604 pages
...waters of love, flows forth all "In Memoriam," as a stream flows out of its spring — all is here. "I would that my tongue could utter the thoughts that arise in me," — " the touch of the vanished hand — the sound of the voice that is still," — the body and soul of his... | |
 | Lewis Gaylord Clark - 1852 - 350 pages
...sea-shore, we know not how often, touches this 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 that arise in me. * O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play... | |
 | 1854 - 456 pages
...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, 0 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 !... | |
 | Meta Lander - 1854 - 340 pages
...enchaining were those lines from Tennyson, which seemed written for that place and that evening : * * Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 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... | |
 | Henrietta Keddie - 1854 - 326 pages
...young lady sweetheart, that wadna forsake him ! " CHAPTEE XL " Break, break, break on thy cold grey stones, 0 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 play... | |
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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 their haven under the hill; But 0 for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! 
