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" 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 their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a... "
Anniversary Addresses - Page 157
by Samuel Colcord Bartlett - 1894 - 517 pages
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Poetry for Home and School ...

Anna Cabot Lowell - 1846
...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,...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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Sybil Lennard, by the author of 'The young prima donna'.

Elizabeth Caroline Grey - 1846
...that I delayed no longer than was necessary returning to Sidmoutb. CHAPTER XV. " Break, break, bieak, At the foot of thy crags, O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that it dead, Will never come back to me." TENNYSON. " The brand is on thy brow. Yet I must shade the spot,...
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Sybil Lennard: A Record of Woman's Life

Mrs. Grey (Elizabeth Caroline) - 1848 - 120 pages
...imagined that I delayed no longer than was necessary returning to Sidmouth. CHAPTEK LIH. " Break, brook, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea ! But the tender...of a day that is dead, Will never come back to me." — TEHNYSON. " The brand is on thy brow. Yet I must shade the spot, For who will love thee now, If...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1850
...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. THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town, and out of the street; A light...
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The North British Review, Volume 14

1851
...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 the foot of thy crags, O sea...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Out of these few simple words, deep, and melancholy, and sounding as the sea, as out of a well of the...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 22

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1851
...hill ; But О for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is null, " Break, brpnk, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea ! But the tender...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Out of these few simple words, deep, and melancholy, and sounding as the sea, as out of a well of the...
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Ravenscliffe, Volume 1

Anne Marsh-Caldwell - 1851
...farther from the possibility of explaining herself. CHAPTER XI. Break, break, break, At the Coot of tby crags , O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead, Will never come back to me. TENNYSON. THE wild sea- coast at the south-west of Ireland, and a dark stormy day. The clouds roll...
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The Living Age ..., Volume 31

1851
...the ghosts the elders see should lay his light hand upon your shoulder, and whisper as the sun sets, Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is fled Will never come back to me. Your aff. HOWADJI. From the Moming Chromcle. A WEEK IN JUTLAND....
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Ravenscliffe, by the author of 'Emilia Wyndham'.

Anne Marsh- Caldwell - 1851 - 646 pages
...finding herself every day farther and farther from the possibility of explaining herself. CHAPTER XI. Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead, Wili never come back to me. TENKYION. THE wild sea-coast at the south-west of Ireland, and...
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The Livingstones [by G.A. Dalrymple].

Georgiana Anne Dalrymple - 1851
...perished young, like things of earth." MONTGOMERY. " Break, break, break On thy cold grey stones thou sea, But the tender grace of a day that is dead, Will never come back to me. " The stately ships go down To their haven under the hill, But, oh ! for the touch of a vanished hand, And...
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