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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... "
Calcutta Review - Side 353
1858
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Methodist Magazine and Quarterly Review, Volum 12;Volum 20;Volum 42

1860 - 716 sider
...cold gray stones, 0 sea ! And I would that my tongue could otter The thoughts that arise in me. " 0 well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at pl»j ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay I " And the stately ships go...
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Spare Hours

John Brown - 1861 - 470 sider
...purpose. W« "Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 se* ! And I would that my tongue could nttef The thoughts that arise in me. " O well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play 1 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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Horæ Subsecivæ, Volum 1

John Brown - 1861 - 548 sider
...godliness, rose into his " study of imagination " — " into the eye and prospect of his soul."1 " Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 1 The passage from Shakspere prefixed to this paper, contains probably as...
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A Londoner's Walk to the Land's End ; And, a Trip to the Scilly Isles

Walter White - 1861 - 284 sider
...the rushing wave about to overwhelm the whole margin of sand. " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me." The stars were beginning to twinkle : I had, therefore, again to leave...
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The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Two Volumes in One

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 sider
...And round again to happy night. BREAK, BREAK, BREAK, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play I O well for the sailor lad, And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But oh for...
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Horae Subsecivae: Rab and His Friends : and Other Papers

John Brown - 1862 - 360 sider
...less than the affectionate conditions, under which such a record as In Memoriam is produced, and ** Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me* may give us more insight into the imaginative faculty's mode of working,...
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Spare Hours

John Brown - 1862 - 492 sider
...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! 0 well for the sailor lad That lie sings in his boat on the bay ! " And the stately ships go on To...
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Pleasant Spots and Famous Places

John Alfred Langford - 1862 - 310 sider
...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 ! O.well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! " And the stately ships go on For...
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Lays and Lyrics of the Nineteenth Century

1863 - 150 sider
.... .. 132 — — , . .. 134 Mrs. 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 !...
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The North-western Monthly: A Magazine Devoted to University ..., Volum 8

1897 - 678 sider
...by." But do not despair, it will only be 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...
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