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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... "
Lotus-eating: a Summer Book - Page 159
by George William Curtis - 1852 - 206 pages
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The Methodist Quarterly Review

Theology - 1860
...shouts with his sister at play ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay 1 " And the stately ships go on To their haven under the...of thy crags, 0 sea ! But the tender grace of a day that's dead Will never come back to me." What genuine utterances are the following, not to be mistaken...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 231 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,...crags, 0 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...
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The Christian teacher

National review - History - 1842
...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." Vol. ii. p. 229. Yet...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842
...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 THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose,...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843
...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,...crags, 0 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...
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The Calcutta Review, Volume 31

India - 1858
...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 uie." In one though a very...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845
...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. THE...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1846
...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,...crags, 0 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...
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Poetry for home and school ...

Poetry - 1846
...stately ships go on To the 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 dead Will never come back to me. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1850
...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,...crags, 0 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...
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