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" 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! "
Daisy's Necklace: and what Came of it: (a Literary Episode.) - Page 90
by Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1857 - 225 pages
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The 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 on the bay! And the stately ships go...
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The Methodist Quarterly Review, Volume 42

1860 - 722 pages
...reality, and embalming in such felicitous words some of the profoundest feelings of the human heart. " Break, break, break % On thy 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 !...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 pages
...watch me from the glen below. Ah, boar me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 Sea...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...
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The Christian Teacher, Volume 4

1842 - 538 pages
...— " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could alter 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...
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Calcutta Review, Volume 31

1858 - 598 pages
...the ' nameless lyrics' of Tennyson, especially his " Break, Break, Break, On thy cold grey stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...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...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...
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Poetry for Home and School ...

1846 - 436 pages
...WAS MADE TO MOURN. BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.— Tennyson. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, O Sea, And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 pages
...thee, lightly bome, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray atones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts...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...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 pages
...thy cold gray stones, O 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 To...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 pages
...bome, Dip forward under starry light, And move me 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 that arise in me. 0 well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !...
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