...the case, as we learn from the closing stanza,— " 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." The rush of agitating emotion has spent itself, it is succeeded by the settled conviction that the loved...

...conclusion of "Break, break, break," the rising thought that that poem finally brings itself to utter: But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. Where "Break, break, break," however, is movingly personal and records the struggle of a deeply feeling...

...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But 0 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 Will never come back to me. ‘Flower in the Crannied...

...-4) 2 But O for the touch of a vanished hand. And the sound of a voice that is still! (1. 11-12) 3 J G - (1. 15 — 16) AWP; BLPL; CH; DL; FaBoBe; FaBV; FaPoR; FF; FiP; GoJo; GTBS-P; HAP; HelP; LiTB; MOS;...

...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But 0 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 Will never come back to me. The Poet's Song The rain...

...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; 10 But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break,...thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead is Will never come back to me. ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON (1809-92) Speaking and listening Activities...

...stately ships go by 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 Will never come back to me.”2 I would not have...

...stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But 0 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 Will never come back to me. TIlE EPIC At Francls...

...that my tongue could utter the thoughts that arise in me" (11. 3-4)—to cancellation—"The tender grace of a day that is dead/ Will never come back to me" (11. 15-16). What arises, then, is the grandeur of nothingness, the reassurance that memory can draw...

...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 I But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. QUESTIONS: 1.What is the title...