...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,...

...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,...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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....

...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...

...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...