 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 vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!  Poems - Page 228by Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 231 pagesFull view - About this book
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1863 - 390 pages
...excellent. He has an uncommon power of presenting pictures to the eye, and often in a very few words.] 1. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 2. O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play!... | |
 | Robert Michael Ballantyne - 1863 - 452 pages
...cold grey stones, 0 seal And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise ill me. Oh, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! Oh, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on tho bay 1 And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | C. G. Rowe - 1863 - 130 pages
...will. There, take that ! " and he hurled her down stairs headlong. 37 CHAPTER IV. SMUGGLING. " Oh, well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play ! Oh, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! " And the stately ships go on... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 468 pages
...cold gray stones, oh 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 bay ! And the stately ships go on To... | |
 | 1863 - 150 pages
...Hemans.. .. 135 Anon .. 137 Mrs.Hemani .. .. 138 LAYS AND LYRICS. Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in mo. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !... | |
 | 1897 - 678 pages
...a short time before you can present the gems of literature. "Break, break, break. On thy cold grey stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise In me." "How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh that rural nature breathes... | |
 | Ocean lays - 1864 - 400 pages
...years Then hasten to old age ! SOUTHEY. BREAK, BREAK, BREAK ! 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 fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play!... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 734 pages
...rise To glass herself in dewy eyes That watch me from the glen below Ah, bear me with thee, smoothly borne, Dip forward under starry light, And move me...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 !... | |
 | Words - 1866 - 368 pages
...thousand moons will quiver ; But not by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Tennyson. SONG. 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 - 1866 - 398 pages
...cold gray stones, oh 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 1 O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on he bay ! And the stately ships go on To their... | |
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