Break, Break, Break by Tennyson
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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 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.
About Author
Alfred Tennyson was the most representative poet of the
Victorian Age. He was born in August 1809. He is specially recognized as poet
of moods. He has written superfine lyrics. He was appointed
poet laureate in 1550. After this he became popular. 'Maud', 'Idylls of the
king', Enoch Arden', 'Ballads' and 'Tiresias' are his popular poems.
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