 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...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! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me, MOVE EASTWARD, HAPPY EARTH. COME HOT WHEN I AM DEAD. MOVE eastward,... | |
 | England - 1842 - 538 pages
...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." Vol. ii. p. 229. Yet there are parts of these volumes which appear... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pages
...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 THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town, and out of the... | |
 | India - 1858 - 598 pages
...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 uie." In one though a very low sense, the fisher-boy in his boat on... | |
 | 1897 - 986 pages
...verse wrung from the greatest poet of our own day by the death of his friend:— 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 sea's voice breaking on its "cold, grey stones" has sung a... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...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. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pages
...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 dead Will never come back to me. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN Burns. WHEN chill November's surly blast... | |
 | Mrs. Grey (Elizabeth Caroline) - English fiction - 1848 - 134 pages
...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 grace of a day that is dead, Will never come back to me." — TEHNYSON. " The brand is on thy brow. Yet I must shade the... | |
 | American periodicals - 1851 - 604 pages
...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 grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Out of these few simple words, deep, and melancholy, and sounding... | |
 | Literature - 1851 - 640 pages
...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.... | |
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... 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... 
