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… - Alfred 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 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.

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About Alfred Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was the Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom during much of Queen Victoria's reign, after William Wordsworth, and is one of the most popular English poets.

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Native Name: Alfred Tennyson, 1. Baron Tennyson
Alternative Names: Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson • Lord Alfred Tennyson • Alcibiades • A. Tennyson • Alfred Tennyson, Baron Tennyson • Alfred Tennyson Tennyson • Tennyson • 1st Baron Tennyson of Aldworth and Freshwater Alfred Tennyson • Alfred Tennyson d'Eyncourt • Lord Tennyson Alfred • Alfred Lord Tennyson • Alfred, Lord Tennyson • Alfred (Lord)
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Break break break on thy cold grey stones O sea
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
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William Butler Yeats Lord Byron Percy Bysshe Shelley Samuel Taylor Coleridge Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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And then I look’d up toward a mountain-tract,
That girt the region with high cliff and lawn:
I saw that every morning, far withdrawn
Beyond the darkness and the cataract,
God made himself an awful rose of dawn,
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But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
too full for sound or foam,
when that which drew from out
the boundless deep
turns again home.
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