<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341621" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Break, break, break</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Break, break, break,<br>On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!<br>And I would that my tongue could utter<br>The thoughts that arise in me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, well for the fisherman's boy,<br>That he shouts with his sister at play!<br>O, well for the sailor lad,<br>That he sings in his boat on the bay! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the stately ships go on<br>To their haven under the hill;<br>But O for the touch of a vanished hand,<br>And the sound of a voice that is still! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Break, break, break,<br>At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!<br>But the tender grace of a day that is dead<br>Will never come back to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341621" data-title="Break, break, break de Alfred Lord Tennyson" data-description="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 ..."></div> </div> </div>

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