...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill. But 0 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, 0 sea ! But the tender grace of a day that's dead Will never come back to me." What genuine utterances...

...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, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." Vol. ii. p. 229. Yet there are parts of these volumes which appear...

...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, 0 Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE POET'S SONG. THE...

...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, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to uie." In one though a very low sense, the fisher-boy in his boat on...

...cistern." Look at this verse wrung from the greatest poet of our own day by the death of his friend:— 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 sea's voice breaking on its "cold, grey stones" has sung a...

...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...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...

...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,...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. WHEN chill November's surly blast...

...that I delayed no longer than was necessary returning to Sidmoutb. CHAPTER XV. " Break, break, bieak, At the foot of thy crags, O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that it dead, Will never come back to me." TENNYSON. " The brand is on thy brow. Yet I must shade the spot,...

...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, 0 Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose,...

...imagined that I delayed no longer than was necessary returning to Sidmouth. CHAPTEK LIH. " Break, brook, 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." — TEHNYSON. " The brand is on thy brow. Yet I must shade the...