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" 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... "
The British Controversialist and Literary Magazine - Page 159
1870
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842
...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...well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 231 pages
...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...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...
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The Christian Teacher, Volume 4

England - 1842
...— " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could alter 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...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - 231 pages
...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 !...
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Calcutta Review, Volume 31

India - 1858
...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...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...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845
...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...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...
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Poetry for Home and School ...

Anna Cabot Lowell - 1846
...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...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...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1846 - 235 pages
...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...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...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1846 - 235 pages
...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 !...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 278 pages
...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...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...
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