 | Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman - 1891 - 342 หน้า
...1881.1 141 THE BinER CRY OF THE OUTCAST WtOlR-BOY. HIIIAK, break, break, 0 Trace, on my old top C ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me ! 0, well for the fishmonger's boy That he shrieks his two notes above A. ! 0, well ior the tailor's... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1842 - 490 หน้า
...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. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 หน้า
...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. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! 0 well for the sailor lad,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 หน้า
...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 ! 0 well for the sailor lad,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 หน้า
...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. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad,... | |
 | 1846 - 436 หน้า
...from the tomb, BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.— Tennyson. 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 586 หน้า
...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 ! O well for the sailor lad,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 หน้า
...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 ! O well for the sailor lad,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 หน้า
...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 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,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1847 - 174 หน้า
...the harvest-time of love is there. THE SEA. 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,... | |
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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. 
