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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 bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their 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,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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Marieta Maglas
(8/3/2009 3:08:00 PM) |
''Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me. ''...............
I read my own poems and I understand why I am still here.I love his poems very much.His poems are written for my soul, too....
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Anthony Foster
(7/19/2009 4:56:00 PM) |
Life just carries on as grief is personal, the words bring a picture of everyday life against the backdropp of the sea admidst a ocean of personal grief, so well written.
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Michael Pruchnicki
(7/19/2009 4:14:00 PM) |
Please, please. please give us all a break, you readers who attribute your 20th & 21st century attirudes to a 19th century Victorian English poet! Tell us in no uncertain terms what you're talking about!
In other words, the poet remarks on the brevity of human existence - fishermen still land the fish, the sailor works his watch on incoming vessels, and yet the loss of one singular loved one cuts to the quick like a mortal wound!
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Hannah Hetzel
(7/19/2009 3:45:00 PM) |
I like the idea of thus poem
but i do not appreciate this
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Sara S
(7/19/2009 12:38:00 PM) |
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
I love this poem 10
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Ravi A
(7/19/2009 10:35:00 AM) |
'But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still! ' - Very, very ringing lines indeed. He had a philosophy which can be traced in verses as
'Men may come and men may go
But I go on forever' - Who can phrase it better?
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palas kumar ray
(11/29/2008 5:14:00 AM) |
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This very poem of Lord Tennyson has been my shelter for ages whenever I came under the shadow of grief.My heart is heavy like every other due to recent Mumbai episode where innocents are mercilessly killed by the terrorist.
My heart resonates the saying of Lord: -
'Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
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Janri Gogeshvili
(7/19/2008 8:28:00 AM) |
Beautifully … a fragrance and the 'palpitation of epoch' …
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Mo.
(7/19/2007 8:29:00 AM) |
''A poem of thoughts''
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