...vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, 0 Sea, But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. — Burns. I spied a man whose aged step Seemed weary, worn with care ; His...

...the 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 arose,...

...the hill; But oh for the touch of a vanished hand, .Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, 0 sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." If local association can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, there is also a ministry of nature soothing...

...the hill; But oh for the touch of a vanish'd hand, Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, 0 sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." If local association can thus quicken the pangs of sorrow, there is also a ministry of nature soothing...

...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, 0 Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is de THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose,...

...hand, And the sound of a voice that is still I "Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O seal But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." "Winnie, where are you?" shouted Angus; and Winnie jumped up to answer, " Come and see." After he joined...

...the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And a sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break,...of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. Bugle Song. The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes...

...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But 0 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, 0 sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." This is not a case...

...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But 0 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, 0 sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me." This is not a case...

...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, 0 Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose,...