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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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The North British review

1851
...sense less peculiar, but not less true, each of "s may say> VOL. XIV. NO. XXVIII. 2 K " The tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." -" O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still !" " God gives us love!...
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Knick-Knacks

L. GAYLORD CLARK - 1852
...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...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.' THERE was much surrounding cachination where this circumstance was mentioned the other evening : A...
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England und Schottland: Reisetagebuch, Volume 1

Fanny Lewald - 1852
...haven under the lull, But о 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!...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. Qin neuer ЗЗапЬ îenniffon^er @еЫф*с, "lo шеiiioriani« betitelt, ben iá) in ?onbon gelefen,...
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Lotos-eating: a Summer Book

George William Curtis - 1852 - 192 pages
...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 fled Will never come back to me." NEWPORT. X. NEWPORT. SEPTEMBEE. THE golden-rods begin to flame...
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Thalatta: a book for the sea-side [verse, compiled by S. Longfellow].

Thalatta, Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 206 pages
...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...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. A. TENHYSOH. SONG ON THE WATER. WILD with passion, sorrow-beladen, : Bend the thought of thy stormy...
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Alice Montrose; or, The lofty and the lowly: good in all, and none ..., Volume 2

Maria Jane M'Intosh - 1853
...that hour those lines so simple and so touching : " Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, oh sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead, Will never come back to me." But the sun has risen above the hills, and now flashes its light upon the broad surface of the river....
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Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and School

1854 - 430 pages
...vanished 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. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. — Burns. A DIRGE. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests...
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 379 pages
...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...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,...
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Winnie and I.

1855 - 351 pages
...under the hill— But, 0, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still I "Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O...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...
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Gleanings from the Poets for Home and School

1855
...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. A DIRGE. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests...
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