 Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that 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...  Lotos-eating: a Summer Book - Стр. 148авторы: George William Curtis - 1852 - Страниц: 192Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - Страниц: 252
...me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that 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 ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - Страниц: 250
...thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 Sea ! And I would that 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - Страниц: 256
...move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 0 well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !... | |
 | 1858 - Страниц: 598
...ever." We cannot better illustrate this than by the ' nameless lyrics' of Tennyson, especially his " Break, Break, Break, On thy cold grey stones, O Sea...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - Страниц: 510
...move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that 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... | |
 | 1846 - Страниц: 436
...34 MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.— Tennyson. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, O Sea, And I would that 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - Страниц: 252
...with thee, lightly bome, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray atones, O Sea ! And I would that 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - Страниц: 254
...me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 0 well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play !... | |
 | 1851 - Страниц: 612
...philosophy, and godliness, rose into his mind, — " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 sea ! And I would that 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - Страниц: 300
...thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh Sea ! And I would that 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... | |
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