Post by plump on Nov 14, 2001 22:36:42 GMT -5
Break, break, break- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Break, break, break,
On thy cold grey 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.
Generally poems that one likes are easier to memorize than
those you don't. I looked at this once and had it down-pat.
I used to read it as a child, and unearthed it again later. It
is probably my favorite poem.
Break, break, break,
On thy cold grey 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.
Generally poems that one likes are easier to memorize than
those you don't. I looked at this once and had it down-pat.
I used to read it as a child, and unearthed it again later. It
is probably my favorite poem.
