...farther from the possibility of explaining herself. CHAPTER XI. Break, break, break, At the Coot of tby crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead, Will never come back to me. TENNYSON. THE wild sea-coast at the south-west of Ireland, and a dark stormy day. The clouds roll heavily...

...the ghosts the elders see should lay his light hand upon your shoulder, and whisper as the sun sets, Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is fled Will never come back to me. Your aff. HOWADJI. From the Moming Chromcle. A WEEK IN JUTLAND....

...perished young, like things of earth." MONTGOMERY. " Break, break, break On thy cold grey stones thou sea, But the tender grace of a day that is dead, Will never come back to me. " The stately ships go down To their haven under the hill, But, oh! for the touch of a vanished hand, And...

...stately ships go on To the haven under the hill ; But oh 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, oh Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet...

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...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,...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.' THERE was much surrounding cachination where this circumstance was mentioned the other evening : A...

...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,...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. A. TENNYSON. SONG ON THE WATER. WILD with passion, sorrow-beladen, Bend the thought of thy stormy soul...

...ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touc.h of a vanish'd hand, And the sound'of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. A. TJBNNYSOM. SONG ON THE WATER. WILD with passion, sorrow-beladen, Bend the thought of thy stormy...

...that hour those lines so simple and so touching : " Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, oh sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead, Will never come back to me." But the sun has risen above the hills, and now flashes its light upon the broad surface of the river....

...vanish'd hand. And the sound of a voice that is still. Break—break—break, On thy cold grey stones, oh sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me ! TENNYSOW. monthii before, they had been to get out of it, to Melton; and i AT the present season...