 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 416 lehte
...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 To their haven under the hill; But oh for the touch of a vanish'd hand, Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, 0 sea ! But the tender grace of a day... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 404 lehte
...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 To their haven under the hill ; But oh 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,... | |
 | 1855 - 374 lehte
...vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still I "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." "Winnie, where are you?" shouted Angus; and Winnie jumped up to answer, " Come and see." After he joined... | |
 | 1855 - 458 lehte
...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, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea, But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN.... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 424 lehte
...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But oh 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, 0 sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." If local association... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 428 lehte
...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But oh 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, 0 sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." If local association... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 lehte
...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. At the foot of thy crags, O Sea, But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN.... | |
 | Henry Pitman - 1316 lehte
...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 At the foot of thy crags, 0 Sea, But... | |
 | 1856 - 754 lehte
...the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And a 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. Bugle Song. The splendor... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 lehte
...stately ships go on To 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, 0 Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose,... | |
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And the stately ships go on To 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, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come... 
