 | David Masson - 1856 - 494 páginas
...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 ships go on To their haven under the...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." This is not a case in which the same feeling, to the same intensity of pitch, could have been expressed... | |
 | David Masson - 1856 - 528 páginas
...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...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." This is not a case in which the same feeling, to the same intensity of pitch, could have been expressed... | |
 | 1856 - 754 páginas
...vanish'd hand, And a 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. Bugle Song. The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes... | |
 | Idler - 1856 - 386 páginas
...grace that come th never more, " and which reads like Tennyson's Break, break, break, — " The tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." The title of a poem at page 67, All's Bight with the World, is a line of Browning's Pippa Passes. In... | |
 | Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1857 - 252 páginas
...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." Suddenly he paused, while a paleness like death overspread his face ; the spokes of 'the wheel slipped... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1858 - 424 páginas
...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." If local association can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, there is also a ministry of nature soothing... | |
 | 1858 - 460 páginas
...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 — Burn*. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 páginas
...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. COOKE. FLORENCE VANE. I LOVED thee long and dearly, Florence Vane ; My life's bright dream, and early... | |
 | Benjamin John Wallace, Albert Barnes - 1858 - 720 páginas
...hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, oh Sea 1 But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. The variety of Mr. Tennyson's measures, resulting from the skilful modulation of harmonious words and... | |
 | Mackenzie Edward Charles Walcott - 1859 - 660 páginas
...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But oh, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break,...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Such, too frequently, are the memories connected with the watering-places — as often the scene of... | |
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... 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... 
