 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - 452 pages
...stately ships go on To their 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, But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE POET'S SONG. THK... | |
 | Rose Burrowes - 1877 - 348 pages
...years stretched out before her till she can reach the land of the leal. Her heart is not broken. " But 0, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound...still. Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." She spends her days... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 104 pages
...stately ships go on To their 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,...crags, 0 Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead THE LADY OF SHALOTT. f]N either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe... | |
 | Mrs. Newton Sears - 1877 - 308 pages
...the world she would rather have welcomed than Eily Royston, penniless though she was. CHAPTER X. " Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, 0 sea,...the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never oome back to me." TENNYSON. sat in her own little room resting awhile. As one after another of the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 494 pages
...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But 0 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 craps, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE POETS SONG... | |
 | Willa Cather - 1970 - 536 pages
...her voice is gone and the fresh beauty of her face has entirely vanished. Her figure is still superb, but "the tender grace of a day that is dead" will never come back to her. I don't know what she has done with it, but it is gone. The world is full of waste ofthat sort.... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 pages
...stately ships go on To their 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! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. 'Flower in the Crannied... | |
 | 1993 - 412 pages
...stately ships go on To their 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! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. 丹尼生@ 1 扔9 一1892... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1995 - 244 pages
...stately ships go on To their 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! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE EPIC At Francis Aliens... | |
 | Frances Elizabeth Willard - 1995 - 536 pages
...stately ships go by To the haven under the hill; But ob! 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, oh Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me."2 I would not have This... | |
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... 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 ! 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... 
