 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...  Tennyson's Complete Works: (Including Queen Mary) - 第86页作者：Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876全本阅读 - 图书信息
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 页
...thoughts that arise in me. Oh, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at ell fo Oh, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill: But oh, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 页
...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...crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town, and out of the... | |
 | 1842 - 538 页
...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...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Vol. ii. p. 229. Yet there are parts of these volumes which appear to us objectionable. We would rather... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 页
...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...still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, 0 Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 页
...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...still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, 0 Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE POET'S SONG. THE... | |
 | 1858 - 598 页
...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...grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to uie." In one though a very low sense, the fisher-boy in his boat on the laughing sea, the youth when... | |
 | 1897 - 986 页
...cistern." Look at this verse wrung from the greatest poet of our own day by the death of his friend:— Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea...a day that is dead Will never come back to me. The sea's voice breaking on its "cold, grey stones" has sung a song of natural and inevitable fate; and... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 页
...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...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 - 1846 - 254 页
...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...still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, 0 Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose,... | |
 | 1846 - 436 页
...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 is still ! Break, break, break,...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN Burns. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One evening,... | |
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