 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 157by Samuel Colcord Bartlett - 1894 - 517 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 pages
...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... | |
 | 1855 - 458 pages
...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. — Burn*. A DIRGE. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 428 pages
...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 can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, there is also a ministry of nature soothing... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 424 pages
...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 can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, there is also a ministry of nature soothing... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 404 pages
...hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, 0 sea 1 But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." If local association can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, th ere is also a ministry of nature soothing... | |
 | 1856 - 754 pages
...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...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. Bugle Song. The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes... | |
 | David Masson - 1856 - 528 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." This is not a case in which the same feeling, to the same intensity of pitch, could have been expressed... | |
 | Idler - 1856 - 386 pages
...grace that come th never more, " and which reads like Tennyson's Break, break, break, — " The tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." The title of a poem at page 67, All's Bight with the World, is a line of Browning's Pippa Passes. In page... | |
 | Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1857 - 252 pages
...under the hill ; But oh, 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." Suddenly he paused, while a paleness like death overspread his face ; the spokes of 'the wheel slipped... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 242 pages
...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, O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is de«d Will never come back to me." If local association can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, there... | |
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