 | American poetry - 1854 - 456 pages
...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,...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. — Burns. A DIRGE. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 428 pages
...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But oh for the touch of a vanish'd 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." If local association can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, there is also a ministry of nature soothing... | |
 | Henry Reed - English literature - 1855 - 424 pages
...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But oh for the touch of a vanish'd 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." If local association can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, there is also a ministry of nature soothing... | |
 | Henry Reed - English literature - 1855 - 416 pages
...And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But oh for the touch of a vanish'd hand, Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, 0 sea...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 pages
...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 by the town and out of the... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - American poetry - 1855 - 452 pages
...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. A DIRGE. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests... | |
 | American poetry - 1855 - 458 pages
...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*. A DIRGE. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests... | |
 | 1855 - 374 pages
...vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still I "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." "Winnie, where are you?" shouted Angus; and Winnie jumped up to answer, " Come and see." After he joined... | |
 | Henry Reed - English literature - 1855 - 404 pages
...hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, 0 sea 1 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, th ere is also a ministry of nature soothing... | |
 | David Masson - Biography & Autobiography - 1856 - 528 pages
...thoughts that arise in me ! 0, 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...metrical prose, and in which, therefore, the verse is only adopted to increase the beauty of the form ; it is, we verily believe, a case in which the... | |
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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... 
