 But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.  Calcutta Review - Side 3531858Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 326 sider
...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 he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To the haven under the hill ; But oh for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 sider
...move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. BBEAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter...their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vauish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags,... | |
 | David Masson - 1856 - 528 sider
...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 their haven under the hill ; But 0 for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At... | |
 | David Masson - 1856 - 494 sider
...0, well for the 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 their haven under the hill ; But 0 for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At... | |
 | Henry Pitman - 1316 sider
...thy cold grey stones, O Sea, And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But, oh ! for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of the voice that is still. Break, break, break... | |
 | Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1857 - 252 sider
...thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the 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 the haven under the hill ; But oh, for the touch of. a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 402 sider
...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...their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish' d hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 402 sider
...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...their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish' d hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags,... | |
 | 1858 - 460 sider
...arise and unbuild it again. BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.— Tennyson. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, O Sea, And I would that my tongue could utter...his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To the haven under the hill ; But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that... | |
 | Benjamin John Wallace, Albert Barnes - 1858 - 720 sider
...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 the haven under the hill ; But oh for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is... | |
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